Panic Stations

Hello dear readers!

Yup, I blipped again.

You’re not imagining things. Last weeks blog post was indeed absent, something that has occurred more than once of late. I might have a little re-think and move to fortnightly post but, If I’m honest I’m not sure that that would solve the issue.

You see there was a reason for this aberration.

The Doubt Of The Benefit

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Boy, am I nervous, and I mean really nervous.

It’s odd really as the reason for this anxiety lies a couple of weeks in the future, and I’m not usually one to worry that far in advance. In fact, if anything the accusation has been made my faire lies a little too much on the laissez (or should that be lazy) side of things. Comparisons to a particularly chilled out and perhaps only semi-conscious sloth may have occasionally been mentioned.

That being said, this is a biggie. A real watershed moment.

Weight for it

Hello dear readers!

And welcome to the first post of the year. Yay!

Last week I talked about the end of a particularly tumultuous year and how I wanted to put that firmly in the rear view mirror and concentrate on getting the best out of 2018.

This has not changed, but in the last couple I’ve been hit particularly hard by the undeniable realisation that I’m taking something into the new year that I thought I’d neatly disposed of.

The Year of Living Dangerously

Hello dear readers!

And a belated merry Christmas to one and all.

You may have noticed that The Seated Perspective has been the Silent Perspective of late. This was due to a sudden (if not wholly unexpected) outbreak of festive business coupled with a small family matter that meant that any blog post would have contained nothing but wholly inappropriate venting… and maybe a few naughty words.

However, that was then and this is now. So let us put such matters behind us and move on... by taking a look back.

Humbug!

Hello dear readers!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

This is especially true of a street I regularly walk the dog down which, at the moment, could convincingly double for Blackpool illuminations.

And really, is there any need? I mean... really?

What Ails You

Hello dear readers!

And a belated welcome to last week!

Yup. I blipped. To the disappointment of literally some (or perhaps fewer), last weeks post was a resounding no show. I can only apologise… or possibly take a bow.

The reason for this aberration is actually a nice little link into the subject of this week’s offering.

Adventures In Dog Walking

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Reduce your stress levels, they said.

This was back in July, when I received my diagnosis of MS and it’s what led to the decision to stop working for a little while in order to assess just how well (or not) I’m going to be in the long term.

Of course lowering stress hasn’t always been quite as simple as just avoiding the 9 to 5. The claim for ESA (now thankfully accepted at basic rate, whilst in the assessment phase) was a saga in it’s own right. A mighty quest that might not have been out of place in the works of Tolkien. The subsequent lack of money caused by it’s dragging on was also somewhat trying.

And then there was Friday.