There are many things I can finish well. A icing laden cupcake, a lovingly cooked dinner or an exciting conversation. But some things challenge my attention span - such as a good film watched on the sofa when sleepy. I trail off! My initial excitement and intentions fade as drowsiness takes over. The film turns into a hazy blur of confused plot lines and garbled voices.
Addiction, depression, eating disorders... for some of you, one or more of those words will stand out, screaming at you from the screen. You know more about that word than you have let the world know - you know it inside out. It's your secret.
Think of your phone. Imagine how you'd feel if I stole it and ran off, or if you left it on the bus never to be seen again.
With the riots happening right round the corner from my house, I did something new: I took to twitter to read as-it-happens updates from those who lived and worked in my town. Updates that might tell me when I should leave work to head home safely (this could be a whole topic in itself - but for an amazing interview, watch this)
I read some interesting advice on healthy eating... fruit juice is fruit with some of the good bits whizzed out. With the fibre removed in the processing, our bodies don't get the opportunity to glean all the nutrients that would have been available if we had simply munched on an orange. So whilst fruit juice and big pricey cartons of Innocent smoothies are very scrummy, we are missing out on some of the goodness.
It's likely that right this very moment, students all over the country are frantically ringing round family, mates (and random Facebook friends who's 'camping 2011' albums they've stumbled across) .... in an attempt to pull together tents, camping stoves, blow up mattresses and plastic cutlery. Festival season is upon us as thousands of Christians flock towards Soul Survivor, New Wine, Momentum and Infuse camps for a week of talks, worship and community (note that I didn't mention sleep)
Every day we are faced with choices. Choices about our day, our outfit, what we will have for lunch, whether we turn up for work, whether we press snooze on the alarm for the 10th time..... and then there are the bigger choices. Choices that shape our future. What will we do? What course will we apply for - what do we do if we get accepted. Who will we follow, who will we worship?
As I meandered through Picadilly Circus at lunchtime yesterday I came to a large group of people blocking my path. After 3 years of living in London and working in tourist-laden Covent Garden, I have learnt to walk like a Londoner. This usually takes on the guise of walking at a speed most people would label ‘an awkward-looking-run’, and adopting a face that tries desperately to say “I live here, I’m in a rush, and don’t you dare approach me with that clipboard”.
