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Everything’s a story

A line in last night’s final episode of Doctor Who really stood out to me. Not the actual line itself, but the idea behind it. ‘Everything is just a story really’, and when you think about it, it is so true.

Memories are just a story of events from the past. Dreams are just a story of how things could be in the future, or how things could be different in the now. We are the creators of our own existence – we write the words on the blank pages in the book of our lives. We can make the story we are writing as exciting and extraordinary as we would like it to be – or we could make it as quiet and as simple as possible. We can be as creative with our descriptions and characters as any well known author, or we can adapt our own unique style and try something different.

We are doing this all of the time, but without paying attention. We have the ability to make the story of our lives an absolute best seller, which will go down in history as one of the all time greats… or we can choose just to be part of the background – a character in someone else’s life story, although there really isn’t much fun in that.

In our story, we can have, be and do whatever it is we really desire. We can be the dashing hero. We can be the beautiful princess. We can learn whatever we need to learn to help us to invent the next useful must-have household item. We can visit places where we have never been to before. We can find things that have been lost for centuries. We can make new discoveries. We can make every day as bright as we like. We can always be smiling and happy. We can be an inspiration for others to create their life stories also.

Making ourselves the lead character in our story is the best option. Writing the story in the present tense helps to keep it fresh and up to date.  Introducing the type of supporting characters we would like to know would help to bring that type of person into our real lives. We can include some really out of the ordinary experiences every now and then to add an extra level of energy. We can keep things ticking along by including some humour, some music, some art or whatever else comes to mind.

We have no limits about what we can include in our story. Nothing is far fetched. Everything we think of is part of our reality. Whether we include what we think may be far fetched – as a thought or as a fact – into the story, it is still included. We can keep out the things that we are not keen on – think “It’s my story after all, so I decide what I want in it!”

Get writing! Get creating! Start to see things in a different way. Have a look at the magical possibilities that are around. Believe in your story. Stop saying things like “That only happens to other people”, “I’m not lucky enough to do that” or “I could never in a million years do that”. Script it!

Make it happen now.

Fantastic Day!

The day so far has been absolutely brilliant. I’m a little tired now, I have done a lot of driving (a lot more than I needed to actually, as I set back from Buxton in the completely opposite direction!), watched the last episode of the current series of Doctor Who (which was fantastic – twists and turns and circles and cycles – yet easy to keep up with… amazing!) and I’m now typing this. I am in two minds whether to go for a Saturday night out, or stay in. I’m tired, I know. But I’ve been in the sun and feel like I’m on holiday. Decisions. Decisions. Well, I’ll decide later!

First of all, the fair. The Buxton Health and Healing festival is just amazing. So relaxing, with lots of things to see and do, in gorgeous gardens – and I didn’t suffer from hayfever once!

I’ve had my aura photographed again today. I’ve had it photographed three times before, but that was a few years ago, and wanted to see if it was any different this time. Well, it is still the same colour, red. But this time, it is the brightest red I have ever seen. All around my head and over the shoulders the colour is almost solid. It actually looks as though I coul be wearing a hood in the photo.  And I quite liked the interpretation of the reading too… I have an exciting and eventful future ahead of me! Woohoo! I have been given a warning too, that I must take time out regularly for myself, otherwise I will burn myself out, and may even forget to sleep. The aura also has nothing to do with my job. I’m wondering what it could be, but I’m looking forward to it! No complaints here. I also have some orange and gold to the left and around my heart area which indicates creativity, and that has always been there since the first aura photograph I had taken.

I asked the chap who gave me the reading do our auras always stay the same or do they change. He advised that they will remain the same until we do something that will make them change. For example starting a different job which requires a lot of learning may change the aura’s colour if it something that we really want to do. The aura will not change it’s colour by itself, the change has to come from within. Which is true, really, for a lot of things.

I really like my red aura, and after today’s session, I love it even more. Not just bright red, vivid red.Intense red. Amazing.

Also at the festival I met up with some friends who I haven’t seen for ages, which was very nice, and had a mooch around the various stalls. I bought a gift for my parents, and I also bought a Guardian spray for myself, which invokes a guardian into my aura to ward of negativity. I think I’ll use it when I’m in work. The bottle really stood out to me as I passed it on a particular stall, so I just had to pick it up and read it. I tried a sample of it, and bought it. I believe in these things even more so since the spell I bought a few years ago in Manchester.

And on to Doctor Who. What a finale. All of the current loose ends were tied up, and a couple on new ones thrown in… there’s a Christmas special this year, so I wonder if they’ll be addressed in that? I really enjoyed the episode, with all of the twists and turns the story took – but I’m not going to write about any of it here… watch it and see what you think yourself!

I’ve still not decided what to do tonight… but whatever it is, I will enjoy it!


I love colours. The more colourful something is the better. However, a splash of vibrant colour on a black, white, or black and white / grey background pleases me just as much. I even try to imagine what the colours would have been when I look at an old black and white or sepia photograph. I don’t think I’ll ever know if I’m right, but I don’t think I’m that far wrong either.

I like the differences in colour that the seasons bring, and I like the differences in colour the changing light of the day also brings. I even like the way how the colours appear in the darkness of night.

I like the crisp white of freshly fallen snow; the deep blue of a clear summer day’s sky; the startling orange of a sunset; the assortment of greens when looking at a rainforest; all the different vibrant colours of fresh fruit, vegetables and flowers; the reds, yellows and oranges of a roaring fire; the purples and blues of the deep oceans.

Moving away from the natural world, and into the man-made world, I like the combination of colours used in art, advertising, TV, fashion, vehicles, road signs – they all serve a purpose in some way, and I could not imagine anything without colour.

And colour is one of the reasons I am grateful to have my sense of sight. There is so much information around us wherever we look; a large percentage of it is ignored. It must be really hard to take in every single piece of information that we see, yet we somehow do. An example is if you see something late in the day and you remember seeing it earlier. You can’t remember exactly where you saw it, but you know you did.

If what you saw was of an unusually vivid colour, you would instantly remember where you saw it. If it was a turquoise telephone box, you would instantly remember where you saw the last one. If it was a red and blue spotted mini you would remember exactly where you saw it last. The reason for remembering is because of the vivid colour.

If it was a blue shirt you wouldn’t remember if you saw it at all before, even if thirty people were wearing the same shirt at the same time you last saw it. The more everyday things we see, we tend to ignore them because we are used to seeing them.

We are used to seeing the greenery in summer and the lack of green leaves in winter, but ignore the colours that are actually there. The green leaves are not the same colour green; the blue sky is not the same shade of blue. Taking notice of the difference in colours, the vibrancy that is all around us, really opens us up to appreciate what we actually have. It is a fantastic world that we live on, and what is equally fantastic is that we have the ability to interpret and interact with everything that is around us.

Rather than just look at a colour, I try to really bring out the colour itself. I try to make it ‘alive’ if that makes sense. What I mean is, I concentrate on the colour, and notice it become more vivid, bolder. It exercises my eyes when I do this, but it also gives me more of a connection to what is around me. Rather than just look at what is around me, I ‘feel’ the colours of everything that is around me through my eyes. I must admit to feeling very special when the colours start to glow before my very eyes. It is literally a magicalexperience, and one I try to experience at least once a day.

So, I love colours. And I don’t have a favourite.

Do a little extra

I’ve been for another swim today. I didn’t have any problems getting to the pool, like last night, and the pool was open when I got there. I think everyone else was either still in work, at home or in the pub watching the football. I’m not keen, so I didn’t mind missing it. Those in work, who were allowed to watch it, have to pay back the time in their own time. To me, the option didn’t even need to be asked. I work the hours I work and no more. I go in early in the morning (mainly because I can’t judge the traffic) but start working as soon as I get there. Woe betide me if I’m a minute late. It’s recorded on my file for a whole year. Funny how they don’t take the earlies into consideration though, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m not writing this to moan about work. And this is a funny start about a post on doing a little extra!

One thing that I always find, is that if I do a little extra in whatever I’m doing, I will always receive some kind of benefit from doing it. Like work – if I work overtime, I receive more money. OK, work probably isn’t the best option to use, as I always do my best and try to do as much as I can to accomplish things, sometimes going that extra step to complete my task. Although I don’t get any kind of recognition for doing this, I do get the knowledge that I have achieved it myself. And that is the most important thing really – it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about me – if they’ve got a problem, it’s their’s to get over. I’ve done my job thank you very much, and I’m proud of what I’ve done. On a similar note, I have also gained the experience of doing what I have done, which will help me, and the company, in the future.

So doing a little extra is really a good thing. It doesn’t really matter who you do the extra for – it’s the doing it that’s the main thing. It doesn’t even matter what the extra is… you will receive an enormous sense of gratification for doing it, well I do anyway.

Tonight, at swimming, I swam 42 lengths in about 40 minutes. Not as quick as yesterday, but definitely further. I feel really good about that. I must beat that tomorrow though. I always set myself a target to beat the total of lengths from the day before. I don’t just go and swim – I need the target. I need something to reach for. I need to better myself. I need to go that little extra every day for the satisfaction of doing it. And for the good I am doing for my body as well!

So, whenever you can, always do a little extra…



Steady persistence in adhering to a course of action, a belief, or a purpose; steadfastness

Continued steady belief or efforts, withstanding discouragement or difficulty; persistence

persistency, pertinacity, tenaciousness, tenacity, doggedness, persistence – the quality of being determined to do or achieve something; firmness of purpose

I think those words, borrowed from, just about sum up my evening somewhat!

I mentioned yesterday that I have started swimming again, and this is something I want to do every day now, until I feel the time is right for me to either cut down or stop completely. At the moment, I’ve still got loads of weeks to go, so I’m not even going down the stopping line yet… however, it looked as though I may have had to have stopped whether I wanted to or not tonight, due tothe events that surrounded me.

It all started as I finished work at 5pm. Because of my swimming schedule obtained from the local leisure company’s website, not all pools are open on the same days, so I have to ‘mix and match’ where I go throughout the week. This isn’t a problem as a change is as good as a rest. The pool I visited yesterday was open until 8pm for general swimming, so that was ideal to go straight from work, but tonight it wasn’t open. I had to go to a different pool, which just so happened to mean me travelling along some of the busiest roads in the town to get there. Needless to say, it took me a while to get there. Forty-five minutes, in fact. So, eventually, I turned up at the complex, and went to reception. I advised I wanted a ‘swim’, and I was told the pool was closed – they’d changed the schedule yesterday. I was handed a plan of the times the pool was open, and they were open for adult swimming between 9pm and 10pm, but as it was now getting on for six o’clock, I decided to visit Mum and Dad first. I left there at about 6.35, and came home and visited the leisure website to see if any other pools were open this evening. Although, the website hadn’t been updated, I saw that the pool I went to last night was open between 7 and 8pm. So, off I set again. I reached the pool at about 7.10pm, and went to reception. I asked if the pool was open this evening, as I was expecting it not to be. I was right! The schedule had changed yesterday, and this time I was handed a plan to this complex’s opening hours, and a guide to the changes at the other centres. I wasn’t disappointed, as I was expecting the pool to be closed, but was feeling slightly frustrated. All of my plans were not going according to the plan! I need to go swimming every day – I’ve just got to! Anyway, I trotted home, nd got a telephone number to another of the leisure centres. I got through on the first ring, and asked if the pool was open this evening for adult swimmers. It was! Between 8pm and 9pm. I looked at the time. 7.35pm. Great – I had time to get there!

Now, I knew where this leisure centre was – roughly. I headed in that general direction, hoping my memories would serve me well, and I would find it straight away. On the way, every set of traffic lights were on red. The ones that last twenty minutes. Never mind, I thought to myself, keep on keeping on! I had to cross a swing-bridge to get to where I was going. Guess what… the swing-bridge was swung open as a boat as travelling up the canal. Eventually, the bridge returned to normal, the road opened again, and I was away – well until the next red traffic light!

I finally reached the area where the pool was, but every road, street, avenue, cul-de-sac I turned down was just a housing estate – no swimming pool there. I decided to take one more go at finding it, and if I couldn’t I would have to settle for the 9 – 10 slot at the first leisure centre I visited all those hours ago. I turned into a road, and found the entrance to the car park! It’s a one lane road, in two directions, so I had to wait for three cars to exit before I could get in there, but eventually I did.

I got into the complex at 8.15pm. I was in the water at 8.25 pm, and swam 32 lengths in 30 minutes – two lengths further than yesterday! I did feel a bit rushed, but made sure I swam at least the same as yesterday in the time I was allowed. I got out of the water at 8.55 as I think they were getting the pool ready for some aqua aerobics or something at 9pm, but I’d done my quota for today. I’m not sure if this pool is the same length as the one I went to yesterday – I’ll have to find that out in the next few visits, if I remember.

So, my persistence paid off. I was determined to go swimming tonight, and I got there eventually which is fantastic. If I hadn’t had all of those delays, this post would have just said swam 32 lengths today, so they come in handy after all. The frustration I felt earlier soon went, as I was concentrating on other things. Looking for the pool; waiting for the red lights to change to green; and waiting for the bridge to reopen!

When I finally got home, at about 9.30, I had half an hour to potter about before watching the highlight show of yesterday’s events in the Big Brother house. The show started at 10pm, but without sound. Channel Four took the show off after a few minutes, advising they were doing all they could to restore the sound so they could go back to the show. Eventually, they restarted the show again, with sound. Just as I persevered to go swimming, they persevered and resolved their technical glitch. And I persevered with them and was able to watch the full show!

At any point, I could have just said enough is enough and stopped what I was doing, but I didn’t. And I feel better for it! 🙂