I am going to attempt another adventure this week. A trip planned in 1991 so, I figure it is about time I got round to it, albeit it, in a different way.
But what a weird thing memory is, and, following on from the swathes of school memories, I seem to be thrashing myself out of a chrysalis of disorder into more senior moments of re-ordering my past.
I find that there are permanent furrows I have ploughed into the memory foam. I am less belligerent about them these days and even willingly nestle into acceptance and gratitude with them:
- sickness (despite 16 blood tests this week…and a flu jab)
and then the transient yet recurrent stuff:
- good choices
- bad choices
- completely off the wall choices
- learning to make my own choices
….which has led me, as it often does, to Dr Seuss…that unexpected, fountain of knowledge and his fabulous logorrhea.
“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
“Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up
his her mind”
Couldn’t have put it better…so off I go, in an easterly direction!