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Toe in the Water

by Beholden

Rated: 13+ · Book · Experience · #2223922

A tentative blog to test the temperature.

Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.

So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.

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Polaran

about 8 hours ago
In response to "Lofty Observations"

As someone who’s done more time in hospital beds than I’d like to admit, I can confirm—hospital ceilings are truly the unsung canvas of human imagination. Beholden, may your creativity paint masterpieces up there… preferably before the meds kick in and everything starts looking like abstract art. Stay strong and keep imagining!

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tj wanderlust-words-in-motion

about 12 hours ago
In response to "Lofty Observations"

I have been there. I even told my doctor they needed ceiling murals so I'd have something to look at and distract me as I lie helpless, my fate in the hands of the nurses.

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Beholden

about 15 hours ago
In response to "Lofty Observations"

I agree, absolutely.

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Nixie 🦊

about 15 hours ago
In response to "Lofty Observations"

Kidding aside, being trundled along on a gurney, with no authority over my own body makes me feel vulnerable.

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Ned

about 16 hours ago
In response to "Lofty Observations"

I remember that counting ceiling tiles was an activity I engaged in to pass the time in the dentist's chair when I was a kid. it helped distract from the procedure and my dentist's menacing chairside manner.

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tj wanderlust-words-in-motion

a day ago
In response to "A Slight Advance"

Doing reviews is difficult, at least if it's going to be a quality review. Give it some time and don't forget the main reason your here, to enjoy.

I think I speak for the majority when I say, "It's good to have you back!"

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Nixie 🦊

a day ago
In response to "A Slight Advance"

Your muse is still by your side. Even though what you've written was perhaps small, it counts as something.

On reviewing: I also think of reviewing as a way to support the website. If I can't think of how to begin a review, or imagine what I might say, I simply start writing and then it all flows.

As others have said, there's no need to push yourself. Settle back and let us entertain you.

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dogpack saving 4premium+

a day ago
In response to "A Slight Advance"

When you can, do, and when you need "you" time take time for yourself. You know best how to do you and do what you need.

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Quilli ☕

a day ago
In response to "A Slight Advance"

Your healing is far more critical than the number of reviews you get written, at the moment. Don't be so hard on yourself.

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JASmith

a day ago
In response to "A Slight Advance"

Reviews are the most difficult for me as well.

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July 17, 2024 at 11:03am

#1074059

Contemplating Infinity

Contemplating Infinity

It’s not the limitless expanse of the universe that makes us aware of our insignificance. It’s the vast, incomprehensible number of all the people who have ever lived and those who now inhabit the planet Earth. Each of us is a single grain of sand on a beach that goes on forever. And our only hope for being noticed amongst the myriads of our fellow creatures is that some day we might be driven by the wind from the beach to the sea and so to the depths where we might fall into the mouth of some oyster that then gets irritated enough to begin covering us with a coating of some smooth substance that hardens and eventually makes us into a pearl.

Even then we have to depend on the chance of being found and included in a cosmic string of pearls to grace some infinite neck. Kinda puts us into perspective, doesn’t it?

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