Frankston Beach, Victoria, Australia
Out the study window with bird’s nest ferns in the foreground.
Tomorrow October starts and day light saving begins on Sunday. Our weather has been beautifully cool, but a hot weekend is forecast. It is perfect weather for writing, but everything else seems to be getting in the way. We received a marvellous short story this morning, written by a friend from art school, all of those years ago. He writes with such humour, I’m hoping he’ll let me share it with you. I’d love to be able to write like him. Chris Fooks, the author of this piece, now lives in Scotland. What a small world we live in.
Imagine beginning again. What could be worse? Starting school from the beginning and being bored stiff for how many years? Being watched incessantly outside school hours with no freedom? Facing the changing technological changes and choosing a husband all over again… would I change anything?
No, I’ll hang on in till the end in this body, thank you! My chosen memories of childhood are the rosy ones where we roamed free.
The tough times make one appreciate the good times. I feel I have earned this age and am grateful for good health so that I can relish my freedom to choose how to spend my time. Time is an elusive element and it has sped up, so now it’s up to me to make the most of what is left.
From the Top. Daily Post by Ben Huberman
If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choices.
Time is something we all talk about. Does it mean the same for each of us?
As a child it took an age for Christmas to arrive. Now the year seems shorter and I’m constantly preparing for the family to descend. Is it because I’m enjoying life more that it goes quicker?
My school years dragged. I hated school. I wonder now if it is the same for our young ones? They enjoy school so much more. Is the year going faster for them too? Is the world turning faster? It does feel like it. Perhaps my birthday tomorrow is making me think how time is diminishing…..
Writing puts us in another zone, and time simply disappears!