Swipe Keyboard

I’m telling you, writing this shit every day is very, very useful.

It forces a degree of completeness to those thoughts and feelings that run around one’s head, usually loosely to the end.

Slowly, and ever so surely, I’ve sorted out a large number of former mysteries.

And I’ve weeded out a bunch more bad habits, dark thoughts, misguided feelings and, frankly, embarrassingly stupid ideas.

I’m pretty comfortable about where I’ve got to. But I’m still pushing on because almost daily I’m surprised by some new insight or some new detachment from what used to be a chestnut.

Due to time constraints, much of what I ponder or feel gets lost into the ether. But I’ve learned not to panic; the good stuff comes back around when its time is due.

Not being public is an extra bonus for which I should thank my ex-wife. There’s a small handful of you readers; just enough to keep it rigorous, especially considering the calibre of your brains.

But there’s not a hint (to me) in my musings that I’m trying to please an audience, or follow the worm, or build a following, or get mentioned by Lydia Laycare.

I discussed this with my daughter and suggested these benefits of a diary. I may have to follow that up with the ‘limited audience’ caveat. It just wouldn’t be the same, talking to your own lined notepad.

The most amazing outcome that three years of this blogging has achieved is a crystallization of the feeling of detachment from the ungodly cares of humanity, cares that previously I could only day dream of divorcing.

It’s not all about detachment either. Connecting to the local is the ying to the yang of detaching from the ‘global’, those things that are external to you, the person. Safe but meaningless.

It’s almost as though I had to think my way out of thinking.

And daily, I get to practise my writing on the worst keyboard ever invented. I call that bonus training in humility.