Another week of 'my so called' life. Football season has started, for those of you who arent Cardiff City fans, congratulations, you made a wise choice when you pulled that 'rest of your life' club out of the hat. For those of us that are it looks like another frustrating season of heartbreak and nearly moments. On the plus side because we are so massivly average we're never on the telly so at least I dont have to watch it. In the real world I pulled on the shirt for the first game of the season for my 8th, yes 8, club this week. It dawned on me that 8 clubs is a lot, for a mere boy of 27 years. Ive only really been playing for 10 years and for 5 years I was with the uni. Perhaps its a true reflection of me as a person? Anyways its different being of that older generation isnt it. For those of you this is relevant to, remember coming up through the youths, into the mens side at about 16, and there were all these grown men with the changing room banter and their 'tricks of the trade', the toe stepping the pinching the kick the kids up in the air to disinterest them? It dawned on me the other day that that is me now? One of our kids a tiny 17 year old lad got kicked right up in the air (two feet and high) and in a split second I sparked its now my job to look after them, like the old boys looked after me when I was a meek child. By all accounts he wasnt fazed at all he just got up and walked away. But, as I looked to the side and the boss caught my eye, gave me the knowing wink and nod I knew what he meant immediatly. Ive never been a 'dirty' footballer, I cant ever remember deliberatly fouling anyone, but i'm also not ashamed to say I absolutly smashed the sad old man, I let the ball get away from me a little he was tempted so in we went , i went harder he didnt like it. Anyway first game of the season ended 2-2 there were two red cards but I stayed there for 90, and, I think im going to enjoy my new role in the middle of the park looking after the kids and plying all the tricks of the trade Ive learnt over the years. But, I will always play with a smile on my face, and I still struggle to take it too seriously.
Enough of that onto the life advice that you all come to know and love.
This week: GET OUT OF FUCKING BED AND HAVE A SHAVE!
Probably some of the best advice ive ever had. Dwelling on your past on your 'could have beens' is a sure fire way to make yourself unhappy.
Life is hard, and a lot of the time life is shit. But in my many years I have come to the conclusion that the riding of the wave is all part of it. I dont know if everybody is the same? If you are here are some things you might like me to share with you....
- Whether you think you can or you cant....you are right.
- When youre worried, really worried, there are a million other people worried too.
- If you do something for someone, forget it immediatly, if someone does something for you.....never, ever forget it!
- Dont avoid the rain, walk in it, it'll remind you you are alive!
- Do what makes you happy, not what you you think other people think you should be doing, living your life to appear in a certain way to others is fucking stupid, if you do it....you are fucking stupid!
- A false smile is not a smile, its a horrific mask, no matter how you feel a real smile is not far away, just look a little harder.
- Only if you have been in the deepest valley, can you ever know how what its like to be on the highest mountain.
So I've been sitting here writing for about three hours now struggling to put inot words the way I want to express myself at the moment.
Have you ever felt like that? Id really like to just go and lie in a field and scream. Trying to dole out life advice trying to inspire my readers in some way or another when all I really need at the moment is that very thing. I dont know. Fuck it. You can please some of the people some of the time but you cant please all the people all the time.
Im gonna leave you with this, a little story that might get through my most important message to you all;
A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “Yes.”
“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house, your car.
The sand is everything else. The small stuff.”
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued “there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.
Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
xoxo.
oh shizzle I forgot
X-factor is back on, so thats my saturday nights sorted untill christmas. Massive mancrush on Gary Barlow.
For those of you that made it this far, why dont you go and google the name of the second video Ive featured this week, Eric Clapton, Tears in Heaven. If the story behind it isnt enough to make you go out and just hug someone tomorrow then you are indeed a lost cause. For those of you with children it is particularly poignant.
#formybestbbmbuddy x
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