Saturday, November 15, 2008
:watch step:
This amused me recently. I guess there were some cables or ropes or something there at some point - but when I happened on it - there was just this esoteric message...like a piece of surrealist guerilla art.
“Watch Step”.
Lately I’ve been ‘watching my step’ too much. There is a new caution, a smallness in my thinking that I hate. I am usually a person who is full of ideas and vision and plans...but for some reason I’ve been getting smaller, more scared, unsure, dessicated. It’s like every time I have a notion about doing something - some new project, some daring thing, some big change - there is this new voice in my head going “watch your step, keep it simple, don’t rock the boat, you’ll get hurt, you’re naive, you’re no one special, it’s time you grew up, be careful” blah blah blah - oh boy am I sick of it.
Anyway - every summer I declare to Fraser at some point - usually when we’ve had enough sun-kissed days in a row that it feels like summer might be here, and there are strawberries turning red in the garden and I’m only wearing one layer of clothing *miracles* “This summer is going to be the summer of love”. ‘Summer of love’ as in the 1967 hippy utopia of endless fun, and hanging with the people you love, and swimming, and good outdoor eating and dancing and chilllin’.
So, here goes: “This summer will be the summer of love.” Say it out loud and you make it so. I know, because I’ve had many of them!
I’m done watching my step. I want my courage back.
I saw this fabulous list over at HulaSeventy - and I’m going to write one for myself: ‘36 things I want to do before I turn 37’. I’m so blah lately, I can barely think of five - so do challenge me, inspire me, with ideas in the comments - I would muchos muchos appreciate it. Or even better - write one for yourself! (Just don’t suggest bungy jumping, because it’s never going to happen, people.)
Don’t watch your step. Be foolish. Live larger. Take risks. Keep on trying. Never give up.

