Spaces In-Between: A Conversation

“I’m in a season of coolness,” I said to her. “You know, I wake up, and it’s not all at 100. I’m learning, but it’s all very manageable.”

I paused… “But I know that I need to get going, move into the next thing, where I’m stretched, and can feel and know it continually.”

She smiled.

“It’s ok to have seasons of it being cool. We can learn as much in those times, as we do in the stretch and busy times.”

I reflected on the statement. It was true. I had become clearer on the important things to me, what and who brought me joy. Which things were useless, just a chasing of the wind.

She saw my reflection, and gave me a few seconds…

“Leave space open for other things to fill the space,” she said.

That was powerful to me.

Because, you never know what beautiful things will come in – if you let them.

Deceit. Lies. Football.

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‘They lied! Doughnuts don’t make you fat..’

As I watched Arsenal FC bore me (again), with their much heralded one dimensional, frankly rubbish style of football. I realised something important….

Not just that Arsenal are a completely spent force, but something about our own personal lives. You see… Continue reading “Deceit. Lies. Football.”

I Steal My Friends Stuff

It’s Tuesday evening and I’m literally laughing out loud… Why? Continue reading “I Steal My Friends Stuff”

Have you had your Quarter of a Century Panic yet?

You’re only as old as you think you are… apparently.

So a good question to keep asking yourself is…. “How old are you in your head <insert your name here>?”

Why? Well… Continue reading “Have you had your Quarter of a Century Panic yet?”

The Failures of Running on ‘Black Man’s Time’…

Last Saturday afternoon I called a close friend of mine. We haven’t spoken for a while, so I was looking forward to catching up.

The dialogue went as follows:

“Hi (name). How are you?”

“Hi Zeph. I’m going to have to call you back, I’m just about to leave my house. I meant to meet some friends for lunch at 3pm.”

I look at watch. Watch reads 4.05pm.

“Ay?” I respond. “But it’s 5 past 4.” Continue reading “The Failures of Running on ‘Black Man’s Time’…”