When surrounded by the same problems, still and repeated, perhaps it’s time to question my own role in it…finally and without self-preservation. Removing any defensiveness.
I’m happy to continue trying to grow but am definitely frustrated that I would be so blind to my own role in situations at times. How and ever. Now I ask myself, if it is not absolutely clear that the other person is completely at fault, if there is even a small doubt, then there must be blame and responsibility on my part. Am I the trigger, or do I wade in half way, say the wrong thing and cause reaction? Does my lack of understanding cause frustration, or my lack of trying to understand from any other point of view than the effect it would have on my own life or feelings? A learned behaviour.
Difficult questions, but necessary. Most definitely necessary.
xBlanaid
This blog is slowly becoming an occassional travel diary. My apologies, but I’m either flat out working or getting gone. My determination to be outside at least five weeks out of fifty two is on track. For one who never travelled much at all, this year I appear to be constantly planning the next trip.
This time last week I was covered in mud at the Lovebox festival in London. This event, (the music, not the mud )is quickly becoming the highlight of my year - it’s just too much fun for serious. While on a day-after, fake-energy buzz, we wandered toward Portobello, the promise of Humming Bird cafe red velvet cupcakes being the main trigger for the wander. I became slightly obsessed by the flowers along the way, although the beautifully decrepit door was found in Stratford.
1. The sign on a lifeguard’s station, Venice Beach.
…remind me of there.
More images, and more on the way!
Some b&w based art & graffiti I spotted out and about with himself in L.A. - it is such an amazingly creative place beyond the glamour of the celebrities, models and such like. There is art, incredible art, literally dripping off the walls.
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