At a Sunday morning in Birmingham, the dude running the event got up to lead a prayer. Being an Anglican service, it was a pre-written one. Alas, he picked the wrong one, and only realised half way through:
We've booked our tickets to leave Cyprus in a month-ish. This time has gone SO fast ... it did last time too.
I've started thinking about "stuff". Very vague, I know. More, possessions type stuff. Here's a picture of my cupboard:
as you can see, crammed full of all kinds of bits and pieces. From recorders (blockflöten) to juggling balls to old marmite jars with elastic bands to rope to old telephones to candles to old CD players to scissors...
I know I'm naturally something of a hoarder, and don't want to throw stuff away... but on Doulos I think I either learned to be more balanced, or else some how got even more messed up! :-)
By the time I left AV, I had picked up quite a bit of "are we using it? No? Is it working? No? OK, then throw it away." - I know Ant and Adam will claim somewhat otherwise *cough*oldA&Hsound-desks*cough* - but I know I've actually changed a lot. So now, looking at all this stuff in my cupboard, things I haven't used in over 4 years now... I find it really hard to want to keep it.
How is it helping me to have this here? How is it helping anyone? Am I using it? No. Is it working? Well, some of it, kind of. Will I use it again?
Probably not... well... some of it? Maybe?
Sentimental value seems to be something I no longer really care about much.
I've thrown out the old hand-made juggling clubs (plastic milk bottles, newspaper and kitchen-roll centers :-) ) and broken telephones (for a juggling routine to do with communication), and some other odds and ends, but amn't sure what to do with the rest.
Does it actually behoove me ( I've been wanting to use that word for AGES! ha! Done it! ) to throw stuff away?
Now I'm going back to Carlisle for a few years, and getting married next year, I need to think more about such stuff, I guess. I will no longer be a batchelor, able to just keep random clutter in a cupboard. I'm fine with that. (I'm pretty sure I'll end up picking up more...)
I do have a lot of projects on the go at once. Juggling stuff - one day I will get back into it more; Obscure music stuff - I will take up the bagpipes one day; art stuff - I love painting, I just haven't done any for a while; computer programming - a hobby. I don't want a job of this! But a little is fun; graphic design... etc... etc...
But it's not very efficient. I know I need to prioritise, cut away the cruft. I don't NEED this stuff! But maybe not? Maybe actually having lots of clutter and things on the go is actually how I function best? Or maybe not?
Isn't it great being decisive? Well, perhaps? Or perhaps not? Some times? Er...
Which is less pretentious? Which is less gauche? (I am enjoying using all these fancy words, but I have to use the flippin' spell checker to make sure I get them right, which rather spoils the whole sophisticated air of the thing. Oh well.)
I kind of feel I should respect my British heritage, and get all worked up about the tiniest things (such as toasters, knots, AV, coffee machines, and so on) and drop big announcements as if they're specks of dust being flicked from ones mess-jacket (not that I have a mess jacket, but it sounds right, Bertie Woosterish).
Enough of this blithering.
I'm engaged to be married to the most wonderful girl in the world! Life is a happy thing, full of kittens and sunshine and gentle summer breezes, and stuff!
Hopefully that somewhat fell between the lines of fanfare and faux pas, hint and hyperbole, I shall now go and dance for a bit.