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+Thirteen days in, and I’m still not sure exactly what it is I’m achieving with this series. The splashes of fiction I tossed into the original few are gone. Maybe they’ll come back sometimes. Some days I write in a blog sort of way about my experiences. Others I just write about something that the day’s reading sparked off in my head, with no real mention of my life at all.
+
+It feels, a little, like I’m just slapping the ‘Frenetic Scribblings’ label on my first and often only piece of writing for the day and calling it good. I am achieving my goal of writing every day, the one thing that I’m certain about what this series is intended to achieve. But I don’t know if I’m making anything more from it. I’m writing for the joy of it, which is the key thing, but I still struggle with what should be a Scribblings, and what should be a piece in its own right.
+
+Adding ‘Frenetic Scribblings’ to the title of piece feels as if it should have some special meaning, and it often doesn’t. The crux of the issue, I think, is that Scribblings is more a format than a true series. Occasional fiction interwoven with the non-fiction thinkpiece, and a thought for the day to finish. So there’s nothing making that a daily thing. It is my thoughts on that day, but not necessarily *about* that day. Perhaps that’s what it needs to be to keep it special.
+
+But I am only a little over two weeks into this project. The bare minimum goal for me to consider this a success is if I write a Scribblings every day for a year. That’s a lot of words. So I think it’s okay if it takes me a while to figure out exactly what Scribblings is, and what I want it to be.
+
+Today’s original Scribblings was going to be on time and its value, but I’m going to release that as a standalone piece alongside this one.
+
+Yours thoughtfully, until tomorrow.
+
+Thought for the day: 
+> Terry Pratchett — “It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.”  

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+Yesterday I wrote a letter. An actual physical letter. My handwriting being as terrible as it is, I typewrote it.
+
+I acquired a 1937 Smith Premier ‘portable’ typewriter a little while ago. Best charity shop find ever! It could use a little renovation, which I intend to do…. Eventually. For the time being it works quite nicely.
+
+It’s interesting to see that it’s missing some symbols. Notably, the exclamation mark, though the question mark is present. It also doesn’t have a 0 key, capital O is used interchangeably.
+
+I can, however, write emoji with it. There’s something about that… making 21st century symbols on a 20th century machine, that is… Pleasing.
+
+It’s a lovely bit of kit. Don’t get me wrong, I love computers and the ability to edit and revise my writings. The restriction of being unable to delete can be a blessing as well as a curse.
+
+I love it for letter writing because it keeps me honest — allows me to write in a true stream of consciousness style. Straight from the heart, as it were. Immortalising my spelling mistakes is no fun though!
+
+In a practical sense, a word processor is better than a typewriter. But there’s something a little magical about using one. And in specific situations, like letter writing, perhaps it can even be better. It certainly feels more personal.
+
+And the ‘thwack’ of hammer on paper is just gloriously satisfying. No mechanical keyboard can quite replace it.
+
+# Thought for the day: 
+> “True alchemists don’t change lead into gold; they change the world into worlds” — Willam H. Gass  

content/post/2017/12/15-lessons-in-better-life-outlook/index.markdown

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+Nothing in life comes free. Nor, if it is worth having, does it come easy.
+
+Not all cost is necessarily financial, nor immediately apparent.
+
+My point is that perseverance and tenacity is worth more than talent. Talent gives you a head start, but won’t stop you from being overtaken by someone committed and determined. Talent helps, practice doubly so.
+
+It is said that it takes seven years to master any particular thing. As a rule of thumb that sounds about right — there are naturally some things easier or, more often, harder to truly master. But considering this, I.. And you… Have the opportunity to master a great many things in our comparatively lengthy (but still criminally short) lifespans. All it takes is a lot… **A metric ton**… of dedication.
+
+Tangentially, positivity is infectious. More so than I realised. If you have no reason not to… smile. If you make an effort to radiate positive energy (ugh, the cynical streak in me hated writing that) you’ll be surprised how much of it is reflected back at you. On that note, I have a duty to thank the person that managed to make a realist and cynic like myself realise this at last. You know who you are. Tangent over.
+
+I am having a great deal of difficulty deciding where I want to go next in life. But reminding myself of the time available helps remind me that the decision doesn’t carry as much weight as it sometimes feels as if it does.
+
+Choosing one path over another in life does not necessitate the other paths become closed to you. Sometimes, they are. Decisions still matter, are still worth thinking about. Thinking hard.
+
+But nothing is forever. That’s life’s greatest blessing. And its greatest curse.
+
+Over and out.
+
+## Thought for the day: 
+> We will either find a way or make one.  

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+Working in a commercial kitchen is a more difficult job than I think most of the general public realise.
+
+The hours are long, the pressure is intense and the pay is terrible. I often joke that kitchens run on foul language, caffeine, cigarettes and (post shift!) alcohol. Though I only say it jokingly, my Kitchen Manager has a saying of her own — every joke hides a kernel of truth. In this case, my ‘joke’ has more than a kernel. Almost without fail any kitchen worker abuses caffeine, nicotine and/or alcohol just to get through the week. More often than it’s all three.
+
+I myself am far too dependent on coffee and energy drinks. I’m going to try to limit the damage by going cold turkey on caffeine in the New Year. That’ll soon tell me if I’ve developed a full blown dependency as I suspect I have!
+
+The industry sorely needs a change, but I don’t see it happening in the near future. It’s largely outside of the power of individual pubs and restaurants to change conditions in kitchens without committing financial suicide.
+
+Fairer pay and more staff (of which the former feeds into the latter) which are most needed, can’t happen without raised prices that would have to be passed onto consumers. Which would drive business away. Consumers would have to be made aware of conditions, and there would need to be a coordinated effort of businesses to raise prices together. Unlikely to happen. But writing this is my own (small) way of pushing towards that.
+
+Nevertheless, in a more positive light, kitchens don’t just run on substance abuse. Good kitchens also run on individual work and smooth teamwork fueled by camaraderie.
+
+Bearing under the stress of a busy service demands from you a level of focus that will make you a calmer person outside of the kitchen.
+
+Bonds forged — in the semi-literal fire of the ovens and grills — are incredibly strong.
+
+So despite the poor conditions and worse pay, I’m immensely grateful for the chance to be part of such a strong team. It’s teaching me many life lessons that I have no doubt will continue to be valuable in the years to come.
+
+Perhaps if everyone had to work retail or food service, everyone would treat those people a little better!
+
+Over and out.
+
+Thought for the day: 
+> Pressure can burst a pipe, or pressure can make a diamond  

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+There’s something in human nature that makes us inherently self destructive. The foremost being a collective desire to intentionally poison ourselves. I am, if it wasn’t already given away by the choice of image, referring to alcohol.
+
+Yes, I did have too much to drink recently. Yes, it was the inspiration to finally write this piece. But no, I don’t write this *just *because* *of a hangover. I’ve been contemplating this for a while, actually.
+
+Maybe the idea of too much to drink is ridiculous. Because maybe any is too much.
+
+I’m not the first to realise it, and I won’t be the last. Nevertheless, I find it important to share my thoughts irrespective of how generic they might be.
+
+Society makes drinking not only acceptable, but in fact encouraged. However, if you take an outsider’s perspective, as I have done most recently, alcohol, pubs and the like are…quite insane.
+
+Spending an hour’s wages *per drink *([That’s foodservice for you!](https://medium.com/@aronajones/frenetic-scribblings-16-kitchen-life-e6c0e2324094)) just to get a bit of a buzz doesn’t seem like such a good idea in the cold light of day. It seems like even less of a good idea when your head is spinning and you’re trying to make sure someone you care about, who’s also had too much, is safe. That was the moment that was the real wake up call. I was angry. Angry at myself because I was powerless. Trapped inside my own body, almost. That’s an awful feeling.
+
+So I say again. Maybe any is too much.
+
+Alcohol is destructive. Sure, it makes you feel good, and gives you (false) confidence. But the reason it does this is it is **literally poisoning you**.
+
+Don’t even get me started on drinking and driving. Not even drunk driving, drinking at all. Personally I feel the law should be zero tolerance on that — forget the ‘safe limit’. Particularly as a motorcyclist — in which I refer you to my open statement about self-destructive nature — I’m vulnerable enough without impairing my judgment. Or god forbid (but more likely), being hit by someone else who’s impaired their judgment. It has more of an effect than you think. Just don’t do it. Tangent over.
+
+Don’t get me wrong, drinking — or not — is entirely a personal choice. I’m by no means going to become a militant teetotalitarian. But regardless I’d encourage you to step back as I have.
+
+No doubt I’ll have to fight society on this. That’s the worst part of it, in fact. If someone doesn’t want to drink, for whatever reason, they’re often peer pressured into it. As in all things, ‘No’ should be an acceptable answer. **No explanation required.**
+
+Call me a ‘fun sponge’ or whatever if you like. But if you find yourself thinking you ‘need’ alcohol to have fun, maybe you need better hobbies. Or better friends.
+
+I’m not going completely teetotal, mainly because there are some drinks I enjoy a glass of for the flavour, not the effect. You won’t catch me doing shots anytime in the foreseeable future, though.
+
+With a clear head, signing off.
+
+Thought for the day: 
+> Mary Pettibone Poole — Alcohol is a good preservative for everything but brains  

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+As outlined in [a previous piece](https://medium.com/@aronajones/minds-eye-blind-93509e102fe), I have a blind mind’s eye.
+
+> I don’t see mental images. It’s incredibly difficult to describe what I do see, but certainly not the vivid mental imagery that I’m told others experience.Something I idly wonder about fairly often is what it would be like to see life from someone else’s eyes. It sounds crazy to me that people see *in their head* in even a similar way to how they see reality — as it no doubt sounds crazy to those of you that can see…that I can’t. Nevertheless, I will attempt to describe the experience of seeing from my perspective.
+
+When I close my eyes I don’t see anything.
+
+Just blackness.
+
+If that sounds terrifying to you, that’s because it kinda is.
+
+I don’t have memories in the same way other people do. I have incredibly poor recall to begin with — I often half joke that if a fact doesn’t stick the first time it never will. In particular I’m notorious for forgetting where I put things. I can’t retrace my steps to find whatever it is I’ve lost because I can’t picture them in my head.
+
+So yeah, it sucks. Sometimes it sucks hard. Good memories fading away into a haze or being unable to recall scenes in the first place, is a genuinely soul crushing feeling.
+
+But it’s also an opportunity.
+
+I live moment to moment. Spontaneity wasn’t in my nature, but it’s grown on me over time from the fact I don’t really have…a memory. Not in the same way other people have described theirs anyway. It’s difficult to truly know. But it’s shaped my life philosophy more than I usually realise.
+
+I can’t look back longingly at the past, because it’s lost.
+
+I can’t look speculatively in the future, because I can’t picture what it might be like.
+
+I can only look at what’s right in front of me. The here and now.
+
+Like many things in life, it’s both a blessing and a curse.
+
+Either way, there’s nothing I can do to change it, so all I can do is make the best of it.
+
+**I do this by wringing every ounce of experience out of every damn moment that I breath. I’d vehemently encourage you to do the same.** Even the overwhelming majority of you out there with unclouded minds eyes.
+
+### Thought for the day: 
+> Charles R. Swindoll — **Life** is 10% what happens **to you** and **90% how you react** to it  

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+Heads up — This’ll be a much more informal and ‘bloggy’ post than usual because I actually have stuff to talk about for once.
+
+Passed my motorcycle theory test this morning, though I’m not sure how. If I hadn’t had one of the craziest rides of my life on the way there, I might have failed Hazard Perception what from still being asleep!
+
+My body clock is totally out of whack now from a 6am start. That might not sound early to you, but as someone used to 10am get ups… its really thrown me off. It’s almost like jet lag!
+
+Anyway… The ride. Mostly on National Limit back roads, which for those of you not English, means a roughly one and a half (!) car wide road full of twists and turns. With a 60 mile an hour speed limit.
+
+Since people often treat speed limits more as speed targets, that makes these kind of roads kind of insane as a new rider getting used to the finer points of cornering. (I.E. finding the balls to *realDks5Rw_5uXWJweT4a12nPQly* lean over)
+
+These roads are mad enough in perfect conditions. The darkness, fog and drizzle this morning doesn’t qualify as perfect!
+
+Drizzle is a real pain in the arse as a motorcyclist, since we don’t have windscreen wipers for visors! Doubly worse for me since I wear glasses under my helmet, so opening the visor means they get wet and I get blind.
+
+Dazzle from light diffused by the water is a serious problem… But I’d rather be dazzled than not see the vehicle at all! As soon as it got light, even though it was still drizzling and misty… some people switched off their lights. Making them almost invisible from my point of view.
+
+Just because *you* can see doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have your headlights on! They also help others see you. It’s the same logic that means I ride with dipped headlights at all times. Every little helps with idiots on the roads. Idiots that apparently want to be invisible…
+
+Anyway, rant over. One of the reasons cornering is such a black art on a motorcycle is you have to fight instinct every step of the way to do it properly. Leaning over being the prime example, but also that you should never close the throttle in a corner. Which is something I’ve done instinctually several times.
+
+Even if you’re going wide you should only lean harder and if you must... touch the rear brake. Speed and stability are directly connected on a bike. And when you’re leaning hard…. Stability is quite important!
+
+I know the theory, as I just demonstrated. But applying it is quite different. Particularly since it is so against instinct.
+
+God does taking a perfect line through a corner feel great though.
+
+#### Thought for the day: 
+> Antoine Predock - The connection to place…the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine  

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+*Another ‘bloggy’ one today. Maybe these will become the new format. Alternatively, I’ll just keep flitting like a butterfly from one style to another. That sounds much more like me…*
+
+Alcohol [may be poison](https://medium.com/@aronajones/frenetic-scribblings-17-out-with-the-poison-39163ec3309f), but it’s also an effective ‘social lubricant’. Had a drink or two tonight, purely because I was in an unfamiliar environment. It’s a convenient crutch that will take me a little while to forget (ironically enough). I’m convinced that doing so, despite the painful awkwardness, will be worth it. I know that I could have had fun without it, it was just a shortcut to avoid awkwardness. A cheat, not necessary.
+
+Finally got done (except from a couple ‘presents in bottles’ I need to grab tomorrow) with Christmas shopping today and as a bonus a special package that had a 50/50 chance of arriving in time for Christmas turned up today. It’s definitely an expensive time of year, even though I’ve cut back significantly on the list of people I originally intended to buy for. I cringe a little bit when I see my ‘spend for the month’ — way over budget! I’m not too annoyed though, since Christmas is Christmas. I’ve been feeling unusually festive, after all.
+
+And it’s payday tomorrow, which means I should be able to book my Motorcycle practical test for the New Year. If I can find a moment to sit down and figure out dates, anyway. Can’t wait to get a bigger bike. My next bike is going to be a naked style — a mate has a KTM naked in slate grey and neon orange and I’m quite jealous. Should be an nice change, and a new set of challenges. Learning to use the rear brake a *lot* less will be…interesting. On a related note, as I was happily explaining while chatting about bikes to cagers (car drivers) today, biking is very dangerous. The trouble is, its just too damn fun to give up.
+
+Gonna be a busy week coming up, I’m not sure how I’m going to find time to write, particularly on the 24–26th. But it’d be a shame to break my streak so early, so I’ll do my damnedest to get a piece up, even if it may be incredibly brief.
+
+Until tomorrow.
+
+### Thought for the day:
+> Unknown — “Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you.”  

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+Those that know me will be well aware that I swear like a sailor. Working in a commercial kitchen *really* hasn’t helped that. I can now swear in several new languages though!
+
+But until now I’ve kept profanity away from my public Internet presence. The reason I’m more cautious to swear on the Internet is the indelible nature of anything written on here.
+
+A vital rule of thumb is ‘nothing is ever deleted from the Internet.’ I urge you to be cautious about what it is that you post, lest it come back to bite you. Hence the PG language policy I’ve held until now.
+
+It wasn’t about being kid friendly, since control of a child’s Internet usage and the language they are exposed to is up to the parents. It was more about being… cautious.
+
+Particularly about future employment. But I’ve realised — and I don’t know why it took me this long — that anywhere that wouldn’t hire me based on (justified!) profanity is a place I wouldn’t have wanted to work at anyway.
+
+Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to become foul mouthed for the sake of it. But I’ve decided that using the full breadth of language is important. Sometimes emotive language is necessary to get a point across — and profanity is one of the foremost forms of emotive language.
+
+Maybe I’ll come to regret this decision. Regardless, I’ll enjoy my freedom to use the full breadth of language. Sometimes it’s necessary.
+
+Out.
+
+#### Thought for the day: 
+> You are pretty fucking awesome. Keep that shit up.  

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+As I begin this piece, it is 11:44pm. To keep my daily writing streak intact, even if in the most technical of senses, I must hit publish before midnight. Let’s see how that works out for me. This will be not just frenetic, but frantic scribbling!
+
+Today was quite uneventful. Right up until the journey home. I had time to write earlier, but inspiration wasn’t flowing. Now…it is.
+
+I almost crashed my motorcycle. Leaning hard over into a corner, I saw myself going too wide. Rather than gently apply the rear brake, I reflexively closed the throttle. The rear wheel skidded out, heralded by a grinding crunch of metal meeting asphalt. My heart stopped. In the same instant I wobbled upright again and rolled back on the throttle to regain stability. The same instincts that almost caused a crash saved me from it. A beat skipped, but my heart restarted.
+
+It’s a wonder I didn’t high-side from it in all honesty. High-siding, for those unfamiliar, is where the back wheel loses traction then suddenly regains it. In the wrong circumstances, this can catapult you over the bike like an ejection seat. This is as opposed to low-siding, where you ‘only’ lose traction and wipe out. (Been there, got the dents and bruises)
+
+Apart from the evergreen point that motorcycling is insanely dangerous and yet somehow magnetic in its attraction, this is a timely reminder of mortality.
+
+Do.
+
+Do **now**, because tomorrow is not guaranteed.
+
+Live.
+
+Live **now**, there is no ‘later’.
+
+(And you can forget about the afterlife, though that is a point for another day)
+
+Until tomorrow, ride safe if you do (you should, regardless). And remember to live.
+
+
+> Thought for the day: Eckhart Tolle — It is not too uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living  

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+*Another bloggy one today*
+
+I’ve been working all day today. Same tommorow and Boxing Day. That’s pub life, I suppose. Good money, though —double pay tomorrow!
+
+We work hard to make other peoples’ Christmas go smoothly. My ‘Christmas’ will be on the 30th. It doesn’t much bother me, since I’ve always been a bit of a grinch (less so lately though) but it’s a perfect example of how the general public don’t realise the retail and food service industries *really* suck to work in. That and it’s an excuse to give people things, something I always take to with gusto. An expensive but worthy tendency.
+
+I’m looking forward to January, wherein I should have time to take my A2 bike test and get my hands on that bigger bike. I am also jetting off to America at some point for a welding course at Lincoln Electric.
+
+Haven’t even had a moment to sit down and and figure out when I’m doing that. I also need to put in a uni application as soon as I can — but I’m struggling to write these every day nevermind other stuff.
+
+Still not sure on this ‘slice of life’ format, but nevertheless I will persist. Expect a very short post tommorow.
+
+Until then.
+
+> Thought for the day: Be a fountain not a drain  

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+[*Inspired by this piece*](https://medium.com/@krisgage/read-this-if-you-only-sort-of-have-your-shit-together-b2c1daa3715a)
+
+‘Not giving a damn’ might be one of the greatest skills it is possible to develop. (I’m still working on it myself.)
+
+When I say not giving a damn, I don’t mean stop caring full stop. Far from it. I mean caring *intensely *about* *what matters and not giving a damn about the rest. Particularly about other people trying to tell you what’s important.
+
+Don’t let anyone else dictate what you want. Because only you can see that for certain. You have a duty to yourself. A duty to reflect and figure out what matters to you.
+
+Maybe you don’t know what you want in the future, or where your life is going. I certainly don’t. It doesn’t matter.
+
+Find what you value *right at this moment. *Everyone has something or somethings. Maybe someone(s).
+
+Then dig in your heels and **fight** for it.
+
+Fight, damn you, fight.
+
+Focus on the little things that aren’t so little. Anything and everything that makes your mind or heart sing.
+
+Some things are worth fighting for. And maybe definitely they’re the only things worth anything.
+
+The rest will figure itself out.
+
+Until tommorow.
+
+> Thought for the day: F. Scott Fitzgerald — You don’t write because want to say something, you write because you have something to say  

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+date =	"2017-12-26"
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+Allow me, if you will, to teach you a anecdotal lesson. That you probably already know. But don’t like to know that you know.
+
+I’m riding home on a dual carriageway in pouring rain. Because of the conditions I slowed down to allow the gap to the vehicle in front to widen to about twice the norm. Almost immediately, the vehicle behind me overtakes and fills the gap. I drop back some more…same thing happens. Rinse repeat three or four times until my exit.
+
+Saving seconds by risking lives.
+
+Put like that, it doesn’t sound like a good deal, does it? Sure as hell doesn’t to me.
+
+But to be entirely fair it doesn’t feel like that at the time. Humans are by nature impatient. When we have a destination in mind — we want to get where we are going. Half the time, if we stepped back to think about actions we take while journeying, we’d think ourselves crazy. I for one have made several maneuvers that have surprised me, nevermind others.
+
+Stupid. Reckless. But only in hindsight.
+
+It genuinely took an effort of will to maintain a safe stopping distance gap as rain seeped into my ‘waterproof’ (nothing ever is) boots. It was truly an exercise in patience — something I need to apply more often.
+
+However, patience is only a virtue in moderation. Don’t spend your whole life being patient, moving slowly and surely. Not every opportunity will be served up to you. Sometimes…often, even…risk is necessary. But eliminate the unnecessary risks first. Spend your risk wisely, as it were. There is no perfect moment to strike. An average opportunity becomes the perfect moment the instant you decide it is **the** moment, and grab for it.
+
+Be the eye’s calm *and* the storm’s force. Seek the balance between immovable patience and unstoppable motion.
+
+Until next time, signing off.
+
+
+> Thought for the day: Ralph W. Emerson — Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience  

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+Forge your own path. You are unique, you are powerful.
+
+Use fear as a guide when you burn your path.
+
+If you are afraid, if you are uncertain — it means you’re doing something right. If you are uncertain of a decision, it means that you care enough about the outcome.
+
+Use fear as a guide, but don’t let it consume and paralyse you. Don’t let it stop you from living.
+
+This is something I am still working on. But that’s ok. Life and self are works in progress. Things like ‘perfect’ and ‘complete’ don’t exist. Contextual perfection, however, is possible.
+
+{{< blockquote
+  cite="Unknown"
+  text="Strive for progress, not perfection "
+/>}}
+
+I once again feel torn. My life philosophy is back-and-forth. Often contradictory. I’ll advise [patience](https://medium.com/@aronajones/frenetic-scribblings-25-easy-tiger-d130c68c8057) one moment and explosive action the next. A large part of what Scribblings and my other writings are is my trying to figure out the big questions (and the little ones too). Sharing my journey of simultaneous self-discovery and world exploration.
+
+But more and more I’m coming to the conclusion that trying to define ‘my view’ is like trying to [define love](https://medium.com/@aronajones/the-science-of-love-5845aa40a031). My view…isn’t. It’s one thing one moment, and another the next. It’s one thing on one hand, and something different another.
+
+In other words, I find it near impossible to have a cohesive and consistent view. And maybe that’s just fine. **Because since when has life been cohesive and consistent?**
+
+Damn the past. It’s got nothing new to say.
+
+Damn the future. It hasn’t happened yet. Might not.
+
+There is only this moment and the next.
+
+Maybe one day I’ll figure it out. Figure out life…and everything. I doubt it. Dealing in absolutes isn’t my thing. Either way, signing off.
+
+### Thought for the day:
+{{< blockquote
+  cite="Atticus Finch"
+  text="[Courage is] when you know that you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what."
+/>}}

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+I'm drafting this with an actual pen and paper in a borrowed notebook. Because my phone died on the Underground. An excercise in poor planning, typical of me. It's a wonder I've made it this far with my writing streak, to be honest!
+
+Now, to today's actual topic...
+
+As I've mentioned in Scribblings past, I'm a little bit of a Norse obsessive.
+
+I wear a Mjolnir pendant almost 24/7, I want to learn Icelandic despite the fact I suck at languages and Vikings is maybe my favourite TV show ever*. For a history buff like myself the fact accuracy is not sacrificed in dramatisation is very pleasing.
+
+{{< hackcss-alert type="info" text="* Ed. Note 2021: Title now held by The Expanse/Sense8 depending when you ask"/>}}
+
+The root of my mild obsession is that the Norse mythos is just so damn cool. From Ygddrasil to the World Serpent, from Hel to Valhalla, it’s incredibly... Metal. And I do love me some metal. (not screamo though… Just the heavy drum, bass and guitar lines)
+
+I don’t just wear the Mjolnir pendant because it’s neat looking and metal as hell though. There’s an element of superstition behind it too.
+
+Only superstition, though. Not belief, and certainly not faith. I don’t believe in Odin or Thor (much as I think they’re awesome), just the same as I don’t believe in any god. But I do wear the pendant like a talisman. A good luck charm as it were.
+
+Perhaps that’s all it takes. Half believing that the pendant brings me luck — even if I don’t *truly* think so — changes my mindset enough that things work out better and I perceive it as luck.
+
+Maybe I just ruined that effect for myself by thinking too hard about it. A placebo effect as it were. It remains to be seen.
+
+Sometimes a little magic is nice. But not in the face of facts. Somehow show me evidence of Odin and I’ll happily pray to him.
+
+Phew… that was hard work. Massive respect to anyone who slogs through NaNoWriMo using pen and paper!
+
+Until next time — Skál!
+
+> Though for the day: Rune of Perthro — “The beginning and end are set. What’s in between is yours. Nothing is in vain, all is remembered.”  

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+Time in between times. The period between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve is an odd one. Business hours return to normal, but people don’t. It is a time filled with sleep and food, a time of quiet. Of contemplation.
+
+I keep drafting stories but never quite getting them to a place where I’m happy to hit publish. Even though I know each piece will never be perfect, I keep re-editing them. Just as time is caught in an odd limbo in this period, so is my writing. Stuck in revision hell.
+
+Clicking publish always feels very final. Mistakes otherwise unseen suddenly jump out at you the moment you’ve unleashed it on the world. It shouldn’t feel like that. Each piece is only a fragment of thought. A splinter off an overarching work. A work that is a search for meaning, and understanding.
+
+I write first and foremost for myself. I write because I’m trying to figure out what the world is, and who I am within it.
+
+A (relatively) long time ago now, I was taught to question. Particularly, to question the whys and hows of things.
+
+Why is the sky blue?
+
+How does gravity work?
+
+Why isn’t life fair?
+
+How do I find purpose? How does anyone?
+
+Being taught to question, rather than accept ‘I don’t know’ or ‘Because it is’ was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.
+
+Not for anyone that has to field my questions, though! Fortunately for my family, these days that’s mostly introspection and the Internet. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find some answers eventually.
+
+Until tommorow, keep questioning!
+
+> Thought for the day: Stephen Hawking — The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.  

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+One of the few things in my life that I treat in an absolute manner are my rules.
+
+Gibbs from the TV show NCIS was the original idea behind my writing down of life rules. Indeed, I have shamelessly stolen some of his rules.
+
+It is key to clarify that these are not rules I would ever dream of applying to others. These are created by myself (and Gibbs) and apply to myself alone.
+
+Just like my pendant, they are a constant. One of few Life is a constant flux, and in particular the past few years have been a whirlpool of change for me. The rules have been an invaluable guide in my darkest hours.
+
+The rules have changed too, but not much. Refined, a couple added. Twice a single one removed, each time accompanying a massive shift in my life outlook.
+
+They are semi-private, shared with a select few. Or, I should say, were. Because I’ve decided to share them. To wear my life code like a badge, in no small part to aid me in staying true to them.
+
+It’s why I consider them absolute. The rules can be bent, but they should not be broken. As the rules themselves reference. Any time I have broken my rules, it hasn’t worked out well for me. Once, it almost killed me.
+
+So here is my life code. An incomplete window into my life philosophy. Refined gradually over time, but staying true at the core. Transcribed as an odd collection of wisdom splinters.
+
+Perhaps these, as Gibbs did for me, will inspire you to write out your own previously unwritten rules. It’s a worthy exercise.
+
+In no particular order, except for the fact rules 0-2 are considered central.
+
+0. Question. Always.
+1. Live to the benefit of others.
+2. Mean what you say and say what you mean.
+3. Don't believe what you're told. Double check. [G]
+4. If you have a secret, the best thing is to keep it to yourself. The second-best is to tell one other person if you must. There is no third best. [G]
+5. You don't waste good. [G]
+6. Judge people on their actions alone.
+7. Always be specific when you lie [G]
+8. Never take anything for granted. [G]
+9. Aim for the best
+10. Plan for the worst
+11. You never really realise what you have, until it's taken away.
+12. Words are a weapon like any other. Use them as such.
+13. [REDACTED]
+14. Bend the line, don't break it. [G]
+15. You don’t need a reason to say thanks.
+16. If someone thinks they have the upper hand, break it. [G]
+17. There are no third chances.
+18. It's better to ask forgiveness than ask permission. [G]
+19. Be ruled by head not heart.
+20. You can’t make rules for the heart. Only guidelines.
+21. [REDACTED]
+22. Practice may not actually make perfect, but it certainly bloody helps!
+23. Look to the future, but not too far.
+24. Hope is the one thing this bastard universe cannot take from you.
+25. You gotta take the bad with the good.
+26. Both bad and good are finite.
+27. Sometimes preparation is as good as seeing the future
+28. If you need help, ask! [G]
+29. Live in the present. The past is past, the future is uncertain, but the now is yours to shape.
+30. Today you...tomorrow me.
+31. Life's too short to live in fear.
+32. Never say never
+33. Information is power.
+34. Always expect the unexpected.
+35. Be unpredictable.
+36. If it feels like you're being played, you probably are. [G]
+37. Sometimes, you have to allow yourself to be weak in order to grow stronger
+38. Philosophising never actually helped anybody.
+39. There is no such thing as coincidence. [G]
+40. Never leave a debt unpaid.
+41. A man’s honour is his life.
+42. Don't ever accept an apology from someone that just sucker-punched you. [G]
+43. Never make a promise you can’t (don’t) keep.
+44. Sometimes...less is more. Or says more.
+45. Clean up your messes. [G]
+46. Just because things are, doesn’t mean they ought to be so.
+47. Don’t ask why. Ask why not.
+48. Life ain’t. fair. Don’t settle for the hand you’re dealt. When you can, stack the deck.
+49. [MERGED]
+50. Would it help?
+51. Sometimes - you're wrong [G]
+52. Nothing comes free. Not all cost is financial.
+53. Hold lightly, do not strangle
+54. If something is worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.
+Interesting that throughout all the tumultuous change of what I suppose are my ‘formative years’ these rules ring as true for me as they always did. Here’s to being better at following them.
+
+Until tommorow, there you have it.
+
+
+> Thought for the day: Robert Frost — I took the [road] less traveled by, and that has made all the difference  

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+And so we stand. Astride the years.
+
+For this day and this day alone. The time between two days is the time between two years.
+
+New Year’s Eve is special because it signals a divide. Between past and present, between present and future. It is also associated with death of the old and birth anew.
+
+If there is any time for reflection, it is now. Look forward, look back. Stand astride the years and look each way.
+
+Then leap.
+
+Dive into the future. Into new adventures.
+
+Go forth with all your heart. I’m a firm believer in the principle of what you put in being returned to you.
+
+So put in everything.
+
+Reflect, but don’t let it tie you down.
+
+Drink deeply, from life and all its experiences.
+
+Tonight will be my last night devil-dancing with alcohol. I know myself and I know I’ve been but a small step away from addiction. Better to stop myself now than to attempt to wring myself out later.
+
+I also intend to join a gym going into the New Year. My resolutions couldn’t get more stereotypical, except for the fact they are not resolutions.
+
+The root of New Year’s Resolutions being notoriously difficult to stick to is [the mindset around them](https://medium.com/@krisgage/how-to-keep-resolutions-and-do-2018-right-db3610658409). You can’t change something in your life just by thinking you ‘should’ or ‘shouldn’t’.
+
+You have to want the change. To embrace it. For me, giving up alcohol is something I have been considering for a long time. It’s not a resolution in the traditional sense, resolution just happens to be a good word for it. And New Year’s happens to be a symbolic time.
+
+If you want to change with the turning over of the years, you have to truly want to change. Desire it, set your resolve. Change is a fight, so dig in for it.
+
+After that, all begins to fall into place.
+
+I make no apologies for the following cliche… Until next year!
+
+> Thought for the day: You’re always one decision away from a totally different life  

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+My best writing goes unpublished.
+
+Some is written down physically, and sent away.
+
+Some is locked away. Consigned to eternal draft hell.
+
+Some is published under an anonymous pen name.
+
+Reading that work back occasionally feels as if it was written by someone else. Written by the Frenetic Scribbler within me.
+
+The Bleeding Writer within me.
+
+It’s my best work and yet I take no pride in it.
+
+Because my best is also my worst.
+
+Writing is at its best when backed by strong emotion.
+
+Perhaps the strongest emotion of all is pain.
+
+Writing is not pain. But it flows from it.
+
+All writers bleed, in a way.
+
+But writing also lets you control the pain. Control it…and yet unleash it.
+
+Let the words flow like blood!
+
+