Day 591: Massive, Life-changing Fail

A grumble of pugs
(that's their collective noun, apparently)

What a useful, telling, life-changing fail I have been undergoing. If I was partial to emoticons (which I am so enormously not), I'd have put one in the title... to give you a clue to how brilliant this is.

Following the instruction of a book, I agreed (with myself, and now with you) to speak only well, aspirationally, postively about what I'm doing, building, creating. And about other people, of course. Where my focus goes etc...

And I find, to my shock and surprise, that I'm a massive grumblepunnet. What are the things I talk about? The things I'm having challenges with; (ha... just started to list them but fuck it, no. I'm not doing that right now). Some of them I tell even though I feel fine about them - hmmm... why?  Some of them give me value in a perverse way. Others make me a victim (I could have sworn I gave that up). Others are just... well... habits. 

I'm having a life-changing moment.
Don't fuck with me.

This is MINT, this stuff. This is RICH. This is what I need to know. Shall I waste time fretting about how I the person I thought I was can have been getting so caught up in all of this, despite all the gratitude and the delight at small things?

No. Well maybe a little bit, but I've had my quota now... it's time to move on. 

On an entirely separate note, how incredible in is Iggy Pop's voice? Now there's a voice that's lived! I'm in a cafe in Highgate, surrounded by really, really reaaaalllly stylish furniture and beautiful paintings, writing this post and listening to Iggy Pop gravel his way through whatever it is he might be talking about. For the second time today, I speak this word out loud: MINT!