Becoming the man I always wanted to be..? 25 12 19
Yeah,, but regrettably not my being original, but nevertheless unregrettably getting the vibe before I get to kick the bucket.
Words attributed to the much more insightful David Bowie, who spent the last days of his life hurriedly completing and publishing his latest (hit) LP record, fully knowledgeable his time was then limited...
And therein perhaps resides the key to having such thoughts..?
In my own case these past 23 yrs, since 2002 4 6, the day of my big MI, when happily I woke up in the Intensive Care Unit of our nearest hospital for such events, when to my question of the resident doctor "Was it a small one?", his answer was "No, you're lucky to have survived!", i.e. cobbling together some of the chat that triggered this conclusion. Not a few ppl surprised when I told them it was one of the best days of my life, since had it been a small one, I should undoubtedly have continued smoking, as indeed would my wife also, especially since her addiction was so much stronger than mine. Thus in a manner of speaking it turned my or our lives around, from thinking myself indestructible, to waking up to the fact none of us are. Stopping smoking on the fateful day then together with my dear wife, and 23 years later still here chasing the thrill, as some ppl along the way, once remarked, as I set about bagging more Munro hills in Scotland's outback, whilst some who didn't get such an urgent message, have regrettably passed away, with some of their coffin nails of the nicotine-carrying variety.
Maybe David Bowie's epiphany derived from much the same criteria, since he was heavily into drugs, and no doubt alcohol, in his younger years before seeing the light?
My daliance with alcohol maybe followed similar lines for much of my life: Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, being my drinking (and earlier smoking) days but, for the most part only the odd half bottle of red wine, occasionally the odd pint of Bitter, with more occasionally the odd Scotch Whiskey chaser, though Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, were always hallowed days of abstinence, since an Alcholic Uncle had so much chastened my ideas of partaking exessively.
And now happily these last few years I began to drink less, but more recently practically gave up pretty much altogether, because I so much liked the effect, a positive one, it was having on my grey matter: delighting myself on more than one occasion remembering old stuff I thought had gone forever!
If I had my heart attack 10 years after members of my father's family kicked the bucket, historically, i.e. his paternal father and grandfather, and also his only sister, plus one of her 4 sons not yet aged 60, I have to think climbing mountains was part of the reason why I didn't succumbe at 62, though it also has to be said I'd only become a part-time smoker from age about 42, when I decided that if smoking was going to injure my health it should be confined to my free time, when I switched to smoking after 5 pm only.
Now, yesterday I slept from 11 pm and rose this morning at my relatively new time of 6 am or 6 30 am: well ahead of my good wife, who nowadays is sleeping later.
In this way I get to have a leisurely breakfast, with the kitchen all to myself. Once my wife rises she likes to have the kitchen to herself and typically is more urgently needing it, as her space, which now works well. In contrast when I was younger I was always in a hurray, and not only that, but always late for everything: late getting to work on time, and late leaving work for home, always finding something that needed to be performed, before organising myself better as now I am doing, as I push my game more and more in the direction I have always sought it to be, though earlier with much less success!
So not an exhaustive treatise this offering but let's just agree A GOOD START IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION hahaha
Words attributed to the much more insightful David Bowie, who spent the last days of his life hurriedly completing and publishing his latest (hit) LP record, fully knowledgeable his time was then limited...
And therein perhaps resides the key to having such thoughts..?
In my own case these past 23 yrs, since 2002 4 6, the day of my big MI, when happily I woke up in the Intensive Care Unit of our nearest hospital for such events, when to my question of the resident doctor "Was it a small one?", his answer was "No, you're lucky to have survived!", i.e. cobbling together some of the chat that triggered this conclusion. Not a few ppl surprised when I told them it was one of the best days of my life, since had it been a small one, I should undoubtedly have continued smoking, as indeed would my wife also, especially since her addiction was so much stronger than mine. Thus in a manner of speaking it turned my or our lives around, from thinking myself indestructible, to waking up to the fact none of us are. Stopping smoking on the fateful day then together with my dear wife, and 23 years later still here chasing the thrill, as some ppl along the way, once remarked, as I set about bagging more Munro hills in Scotland's outback, whilst some who didn't get such an urgent message, have regrettably passed away, with some of their coffin nails of the nicotine-carrying variety.
Maybe David Bowie's epiphany derived from much the same criteria, since he was heavily into drugs, and no doubt alcohol, in his younger years before seeing the light?
My daliance with alcohol maybe followed similar lines for much of my life: Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, being my drinking (and earlier smoking) days but, for the most part only the odd half bottle of red wine, occasionally the odd pint of Bitter, with more occasionally the odd Scotch Whiskey chaser, though Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, were always hallowed days of abstinence, since an Alcholic Uncle had so much chastened my ideas of partaking exessively.
And now happily these last few years I began to drink less, but more recently practically gave up pretty much altogether, because I so much liked the effect, a positive one, it was having on my grey matter: delighting myself on more than one occasion remembering old stuff I thought had gone forever!
If I had my heart attack 10 years after members of my father's family kicked the bucket, historically, i.e. his paternal father and grandfather, and also his only sister, plus one of her 4 sons not yet aged 60, I have to think climbing mountains was part of the reason why I didn't succumbe at 62, though it also has to be said I'd only become a part-time smoker from age about 42, when I decided that if smoking was going to injure my health it should be confined to my free time, when I switched to smoking after 5 pm only.
Now, yesterday I slept from 11 pm and rose this morning at my relatively new time of 6 am or 6 30 am: well ahead of my good wife, who nowadays is sleeping later.
In this way I get to have a leisurely breakfast, with the kitchen all to myself. Once my wife rises she likes to have the kitchen to herself and typically is more urgently needing it, as her space, which now works well. In contrast when I was younger I was always in a hurray, and not only that, but always late for everything: late getting to work on time, and late leaving work for home, always finding something that needed to be performed, before organising myself better as now I am doing, as I push my game more and more in the direction I have always sought it to be, though earlier with much less success!
So not an exhaustive treatise this offering but let's just agree A GOOD START IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION hahaha
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