I know I need them. At least I think I do

Something felt a bit funny this morning. That’ll have been the beer. No. I’m not blaming the beer. The lovely beer. I’m at fault! No real damage was done and it got me out of the flat and ended up with a couple of blog entries.

Of course, this is a distraction from what I really need to be doing, but it was a Sunday and it helped take my mind off things for a while. Until I remind myself just now that I’m on an adventure. There are many things on my adventure list. Eveything is already listed and logged somewhere in this blog.

What’s any of this got to do with reading glasses?

I suppose I’m going to have to give them another chance. There are books I need to read and can’t get round to reading them. There is the possibility that statistics is a bit of a tough read, but I feel the need to work my way through and learn something. So I’ve decided to give the glasses another go because I need to. I’ve just put them on now and it is so much better, but I feel a little (I don’t have the words) odd?

Like I will have said before, this probably isn’t about the glasses. As always, this will be about something else hidden away, deep down. My first guess is that it’s about becoming good at something. The screwe-up gene is working away in the background and it knows that that’s my comfortable place. Don’t become good at something and put yourself out there. Don’t speak to people. Have this weird control thing where I make things awkward.

I’ve just ordered another strong coffee I don’t need, but this is the rent I pay for my seat. It’s worth it to force myself outside again and see what the world has in store for me. And now I have a clear vision, kind of!