Love Crazy? One Beautiful Piece at a Time.

Love Crazy?

Love crazy? A friend once said. “One piece of crazy at a time”. Good advice.

That said, the urge to drop just a few more pieces of crazy is strong, maybe not as strong as the force in young Padawan but close.

“No! Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try.”-Yoda

Sorry, couldn’t resist that one.

Love Crazy? One Beautiful Piece at a Time.

Love Crazy, One Beautiful Piece at a Time

Where’s all this going? It’s a fair question.

Once upon a time, in a vastly different life, I was an avid writer. More than a couple of novels worth in the space of a couple of years.

Truth is, I did become slightly obsessed, luckily, not in a ‘Jack’ Torrance kind of way.

Had I not been acutely aware of my own shortcomings, I could have easily gone down that road (still could).

A Man’s Gotta Know His Limitations

Ain’t that the truth. Let’s just say that after a couple of close calls with the ‘dark side’, the writing on the wall was plain to see.

‘Lucky you are’ as my little green friend might say. Still, there are worse things and we each have our cross to bear.

Having an ‘addictive personality isn’t all bad, as long as you can take a step back and see it for what it is.

A Little More Crazy

Here’s one for you, though you might not think it crazy, maybe eccentric? I have no shame and it makes no odds, it is what it is.

I hit the big ’50’ a few years ago. A monumental milestone and something to be celebrated, for some, me included.

Let’s be honest, it wasn’t always a ‘sure thing’.

Well, I’m going for a double celebration, allow me to explain.

Time Waits For No Man

In the twelve months or so leading up to my half-century, I decided to let my hair grow. Thinking about it, eighteen months is more realistic.

Needless to say, I was Dan Haggerty from ‘The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams’.

There was method behind the madness. I wanted to do the whole ‘before and after’ photo shoot. If I can get the page to insert a small picture, you should see me below.

Love Crazy? One Beautiful Piece at a Time.
The Big 50

Look at that, it worked. You might have to wait for the ‘after’ one though.

It has to be said, there is something innately liberating when one ‘lets oneself go’.

Almost feral, looking at that picture, what a catch.

Still Love Crazy? Here’s Some More

Now, when it comes to the concept of ‘time’, I wouldn’t pretend to be able to compete with some of the great ‘thinkers’ who have postulated on the subject matter.

Furthermore, I cast aside the philosophical musings of all but one and make way for the only true definition.

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff.

Tock Tick, Tock Tick

Time, yeah, I’m not going to get into it right now, things to do, people to see.

However, it would be unfair of me to bring you this far and then leave you ‘hangin’.

Being a relative (eyes of the beholder, you understand) young-looking fifty-year-old, I decided to play around with time.

From that point forward I decided to start reversing birthdays. Basically, that meant that on each and every subsequent birthday I would go back a year, starting at fifty.

This is a fitting post, as this year I will be forty-five. Why is it fitting? Well, because now I start going back in the other direction, so next year I will be forty-six.

Look, all you have to understand is that I will have gained an extra ten years, boom, have it.

As Esther would say, “Now is a good time for some refreshment”.

Until next time.

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