Today was good, although I can’t really comment on any specifics. Since yesterday, I’ve been kind of overwhelmed by the enormity of time, and how small each moment is in comparison to all things. I hope I don’t start trivialising things though. I’ve become a bit of a maverick on the coffee machine. I don’t use the thermometer to check the milk temperature, I have my instincts. Major event of winning my first significant prize in a quiz; I’m hankering for my free breakfast already.
The weather was nice today, so did Chi Kung outside for the first time in a while. Somehow, everything makes more sense this way. Then went to work. Had to make a conscious effort not to revert to my usual role as kitchen skivvy, and focus on making lovely coffee. I may have an inferiority complex.
Despite my vast experience of shopping failures, I never realise that a written list is the best route to efficient purchasing. Today I relied on the three B approach – bin liners, bread, and belt. This worked well initially, with a few extra items added for good measure; boxers to prevent unpleasant chafing, and biscuits to provide me with unnecessary sugar. However, onions does not start with B, and now we only have one left.
I’ve been reading King Saul’s storyline recently, as a prequel to David. I feel sorry for him, as he’s probably the most tragic character in the bible. God seemed to use his life as a reason why David needed to be king instead. It makes sense as a literary device, but he was a real person as well.
I realised after watching a video on YouTube, that I’ve been doing one of the Chi Kung positions wrong. Now by the end, my body isn’t in total rebellion against my will. Excited for my chi networks to become more flowing.
I went down to church to have some random chats and print off some things, which should only have taken a few hours. But then the promise of free Nando’s chicken at lunch caused me huge delays, thus compounding the impossibility of me ever leaving that building on time. Then went to town to get some exciting purchases, including my next wave of female vocalists, and socks. Had a meeting with careers at uni, only to find out my understanding of geography hadn’t improved much since GCSE, and I was a mile away from the correct room, a minor problem overcome by the telephone.
Decided to have a coffee, as another questionable investment wouldn’t go amiss. Thinking about how I don’t want achieve success, such as earning loads of money, but self-realisation. Jesus asked me to read Psalm 37:
Commit everything you do to the LORD
Trust him, and he will help you.
Be still in the presence of the LORD,
and wait patiently for him to act
Spent the day working, where the legendary Native Indian album was requested to be played, only then to be ruthlessly slandered. I ended up questioning whether the guys I bought it off in town were real or just a hallucination. I’ve not seen them since, so maybe they transformed into an eagle and a buffalo, and ran off after our fateful meeting. There were several moments where I had to be patient and look at Jesus.
Yet again indulged in my month-long obsession with stir frys. After a while staring at the ceiling wondering why God decided to ruthlessly kill people for looking at the Ark of the Covenant in the old days, I decided it was time to go deep in worship. Still trying to find the place where deep calls out to deep that David mentions in Psalm 42, but I think if you sing really, really loudly like a child, you must be getting somewhere.
The day’s first main event was work, and the persistent wrestle with the mysterious concept of coffee-making. The highlight was the delivery of ice cream arriving at precisely the moment I need a scoop of vanilla. Not for myself of course, but all in the name of excellent customer service.
Went to The Picturehouse in the evening with some of my compadres. The exact aim of this social venture was hidden from me, but I’m now certain of several things that transpired. Firstly, my intuition that my hunger would be cured without paying for any food was correct, with an accidental free pizza being given to us. The second was intense competition around the table tennis table, of which I was a minor contributor.
Many original, meditative poses were used in order to align my heart and mind, so that I could channel my entire fury upon that white ball. There were flying glasses, by which I mean spectacles, due to violent enactments of theoretical rallies that unfortunately weren’t realised. All I truly know now is that that floor was extremely dusty, as my bag and feet can testify.
Was annoyed in the morning about small career details being uncertain, but then bumped into John in the street, who’s been suffering from intense back pain for months, which was a small reality check. At work, I displayed my recently acquired talent of cutting my hand as soon as I start doing things in the kitchen. On Saturday it was a mysterious item on the bottom of the dishwasher, today while cutting a bagel. Fortunately, two seconds later I was invited into the higher echelons of coffee making, and worked on the bar for the first time. Yet another step towards becoming a highly skilled individual.
For the first time, I wasn’t ridiculously sweaty after work, as I’d not been in the kitchen much. Went to tea at Jayne’s, performing the sacrificial act of putting the potatoes in the oven. My week of unintentional anime fasting ended when I got home, with several episodes of Fairy Tail. No matter how dire the consequences, I am convinced that Dragon Slayer magic will always prevail; this is a principle I depend upon daily.
Woke up early this morning, so that I could do loads of exciting things, but after two hours, my only notable achievement was transferring my washing from outside to inside. Then The Cabin’s kitchen called, because those pancakes just won’t flip themselves. I learnt how to make a latte for the first time, accidentally debuting the milk pattern of an eggshell breaking and releasing new life.
Taught some piano afterwards, about how to voice chords, which means deciding which notes to keep or leave out depending on the situation, and where your hand is. Talking it through made me realise how complex the thought process is, and how quickly it happens, even thought I’m used to it. Then went to Rob and Jayne’s for a classic Monday tea.
Afterwards, did Pilates while listening to Muse’s Absolution album. I unwittingly avoid listening to heavy albums now; I really enjoy them, but my subconscious doesn’t want to project negative emotions. Although I find the intricate music very liberating. I love the lyrics,
Proclaim eternal victory
Come on and change the course of history
And pull us through
Was thinking of reading my bible before bed, but saw Jesus the lion standing on top of it shaking his head, and nodding at my bed. Sleep is important.