Nothing gets in my way today, no one has the power of steel beneath them – 10th February 2022

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What is standing in your way right now?

Probably the biggest thing standing in my way at the moment is time.  It’s not just a matter of not having enough, or perhaps having too many things to do, it’s also that I don’t have the stamina or patience enough to stick with one thing for long periods.  So I like to do many different things for short periods of time every day.  So even if I freed up more time I would probably still only continue the activity I was thinking to focus on for the same amount of short time before thinking about doing something else.

So perhaps I should be saying that it is not time that stands in my way – because I don’t lack it, but my ability to focus for long enough periods.  Even when I think about this I consider that I often can spend 3 or 4 hours focussed on certain things.  Hmm….ok – nothing is standing in my way!

What would happen if you overcame the obstacle? More importantly, what would happen if you didn’t (think broadly: emotionally, physically, financially, etc.)?

So, I think I have already overcome the obstacle, or consider that there is no obstacle.  Perhaps this results in a lack of motivation.  I often experience that feeling of wanting to do more even when I am busy and wanting to do less, even when I feel there is little to do.  Sometimes I need to suffer to succeed.  I am generally motivated though – much more so recently.  I am also relaxed about what I wish to achieve.  I am happy with that balance.

So, no real obstacles, no suffocating deadlines.  Just do the things I wish to do little by little as the opportunity arises.

Can you reframe the most pressing current obstacle as simply a to-do list? In other words, in order to overcome this, what do you need to learn? What tasks do you need to perform? Who do you need to convince?

I wrote the paragraphs above some time ago and only now returning to this topic.  Now Amy is in Australia I have the odd obstacle of trying to keep myself fed!  Not really an obstacle I suppose but something that I haven’t had to think about much for the last 4 years.

Anyway, reframing this into a to-do list (without just writing ‘eat something’!), I guess, broken down, amounts to:

  • plan meals ahead of time
  • stock up the fridge and freezer
  • eat more fruit
  • boil some eggs
  • cook (no!) – really, I can easily do some roasted veggies at the weekend

What do I need to learn to do these – nothing!  I know about them all.  I just need to do it!  The tasks I need to perform – go shopping!  Hopefully, I can do this tomorrow but right now I’m still waiting for my paycheque to clear.  Shopping is the first step – most everything else will fall into place after that.  Who do I need to convince? Haha – that’s easy – just myself!

Have you ever used an “obstacle” as an excuse not to get started? Did you regret it?

Yes, lots of times.  Not sure about regretting it though.  I do recall the time I didn’t go to soccer trials in the school holidays (80 or 81?) because I was too scared to go and try out.  I’m not sure why. I was always bigging myself up but when it came to the crunch perhaps I was scared of failure or being told how I could be better.  I never liked taking advice from other people. It’s still a problem for me now, unless it is someone I really respect.

Are obstacles really just fears holding you back?

Yes, as I mentioned above – it was really just fear.  I’ve learned to deal with that mostly.  There are not so many things to be afraid of, though I’m not sure I could jump out of a plane.  I often wonder about fearful situations as may be seen in movies or on TV but then consider how unlikely those situations could be.  Even stressful situations with people at work I’m not afraid of now.  I know that any situation will be finished at some point and that it is most likely that I will be sleeping in my bed later that same day.

What is the longest-running obstacle in your life?

My thoughts.  An ongoing obstacle that I am learning to manage better over time.  I am also feeling recently, that I have used alcohol as a coping mechanism for many years and that has been an obstacle to clarity of thoughts.   My thoughts are still clouded somewhat but they have generally improved since I have stopped being dependent on alcohol.  I miss the feeling of being drunk, and the temporary high from it.  But it’s no longer worth it.  I am happier without it.

What steps have you used to make progress toward overcoming it? How far have you come with it? What do you wish would happen? How would that be possible?

A few days break again, brings me back to finishing off my thoughts on these questions.

It seems that my obstacles are focus and ‘problem’ thoughts.  I have been thinking about this on and off over the last ten years but a little more specifically in the last couple of years and now at a point where I can identify these issues quickly, tell myself about them and take steps to address them.  That is something that I couldn’t do in the past, not until they got out of control and sometimes had to seek professional help.

So, recently I have noticed that I often compare myself to another person and think about how better I am, or how better I could/should be.  How I am right and they are wrong.  How my things are more important or more special.  I notice when I’m doing this and already talk myself out of it each time.  I put myself in their shoes and realise they could say exactly the same about me – and we would both be correct.

However, what I want to do is to stop having these thoughts in the first place.  I followed some advice from the Woebot app, reminding me of CBT methods I’ve learned before and whilst I know all these things, I realise I need to tell myself over and over again about them.  Perhaps I’m a slow learner or it’s just the fact that I am trying to reverse a long history of ‘problem’ thinking and that can’t be achieved just by studying something just once or twice.

So, I am still practising, learning, growing and eventually, will overcome these obstacles.  I think once the problem thinking is relieved then focus will become easier.  I’m already thinking about how to maintain focus for longer periods (or forgiving myself and realising that I do already maintain a lot of focus on certain things).

What is the biggest obstacle you faced in your past? Did you overcome it? If so, how? If not, why?

I think this is mostly just a repetition of what I’ve already written.  All the obstacles of my past don’t really feel like they were obstacles in hindsight.  There were things that had to be done – and they got done.

The biggest obstacle is myself – is that something that I need to overcome.  I just need to be happy with myself.  That is a constant process and not a race with a finish point.


People take different roads seeking fulfilment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.

Dalai Lama

Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful to wake up each day and push myself to do a little exercise and I’m grateful for all the free apps available to help me do it.

Go back to sleep, I didn’t say anything – 13th August 2020

Slept a lot yesterday – did not feel good. Do I feel good today? I’m not sure yet. Still tired and feel lazy and a little lacking in self-confidence.

Am I tired because of my lack of self-confidence or is my lack of self-confidence making me tired? Over exercise? Overthinking?

Be quiet today if you can – say things that you mean and nothing else.

Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful that I can understand when I am not feeling well and know that I will feel better again soon.

I’ve been here in my place all along – 3rd December 2019

What purchase of less than $100 has most positively impacted you in the last six months?

Well, it took me a while to realise such an obvious answer but it would be these journal books I write in and the pens to write with.

Starting this process after a traumatic experience has had such a positive effect on me and I hope that I can maintain this if and when more bad experiences come along. When I think about writing I realise I was doing this all the time when I was younger – working out my thoughts and feelings into lyrics and poems and sometimes diaries.

Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful to my 3 wives for all the different experiences they opened me up to. This journey was made with their help and that’s how I got here now.

She has a bomb, she has a plan, she kills imaginary men – 1st July 1994

Here’s more about learning to let go when things are out of your control.

Julie, one of our housemates, was totally pissed on Wednesday before we all went out to see John-boy performing in the play ‘The Got girls’ (more on that later). I took an instant dislike to her the day I met her (don’t ask me why – just one of those feelings) and she’s done nothing to impress since then (in about two months). Our cooker mysteriously got broken too and I can honestly say the rest of us would have owned up immediately to each other (all of us deny any knowledge).

Anyway, Wednesday, pissed as a rat in the afternoon, we eventually managed to organise her to get to come to this play. She’s bullshitting on about moving into our room after we leave (which, in everyone’s interest would not be a good idea) and also getting a dog! We said no way. She said she got in touch with Tony Newton, who acts as our landlord and he said it was okay and she, pathetically, keeps going on about it.

I started to worry a bit about her falling asleep drunk with a lit cigarette and also about the men she brings home sometimes from the pub. Anyways, she’s complaining about the telephone bill and hasn’t paid the rent, claiming Tony Newton knows all this.

So I ring Mr Newton on other business and just mentioned these things and ha! What do you know – he hasn’t heard from her at all!

What to do now I wonder – house meeting in order!! New girl, Michelle, moves in tomorrow and I don’t think she’s going to be too impressed either. well that’s some more gossip for you.

The play and John-boy were both excellent. Really funny and despite lots of mistakes was performed with heart and soul. More later.

Squeezing something nonexistent – 29th June 1994

Swan

Haha! If only it were so easy. This is a critical time and we’re both getting very fucking impatient. We know we are going to be heartbroken at leaving our friends behind and jeez, we wanna get it over with, you know. It’s like waiting for a disaster, knowing it’s going to happen.

We’re both sick of work too – it drives us crazy. We’re not saying we don’t want to work but just time for a break, a change. Glad I’m in a position to be able to afford a change. Well, you can imagine what tensions we go through in the evenings. Of course, we both understand this too.

Well kids, as to today, I’m not so well. I can’t fucking breathe. My head’s all stuffed and I’m short of breath. But last night I’ll tell you, dusky sunset over the beautiful park water, shimmering with the breeze. We played ball in the sombre quiet fading of day before strolling at water’s edge to swan heaven, where about 15 huge lumbering white feathered creatures lurched, cleaned, pecked and scraped, fluffed, flapped and some slept necks twisted up over their backs, beaks tucked under wings. We watched in awe for about 10 minutes before walking back across the grass and after a while to a small pond, now dark and quiet. Here about 70 or so ducks and swans swam quietly and elegantly about their business. I came to the water’s edge and proclaimed “Hail, I am Duck Jesus” and all my faithful followers swam for me and I blessed them with water before telling them to go out and tell the world their story.

You may be interested to know that Ireland are through to the second stage of the World Cup though I have doubts about how much further they’ll make it after last nights don’t match with Norway.

Not much more but I will tell you that Fatty and his comments do still play on my mind despite my efforts to forget. I guess I’ll have to learn more to let go when things out of my control.

I cannot say that I don’t like it – 24th January 1994

Bummed around the hollow house.  A box inside other boxes.

From that box to cardboard box packed up my belongings in anticipation of our move.  The anticipation has already brought beaming teethy smiles to our weekly work-worn faces.  Here starts the weekend of the rest of our life.  For some time, anyway.

Tripped the fantastic freeway, not before Bronwyn had seven panic attacks trapped by the constricts of time.  I strummed the guitar quietly but could not temper her whirlwind.  Arrived in Southampton exactly on time!

Had a little beer before hot-footing it to the bus stop.  Fifty-nine times I wanted to step off the bus to relieve myself behind some dirty shop, down some dangerous back alley.  Held off and dashed to the pub toilets.

Boogied away with friends and beers, laughed and laughed and laughed and wound up broke.

One food stop later and emotions were running high, much discussion that I no longer recall.  One taxi journey later and emotions ran high in our little friend Rob.  Beers turned to tears and with a little advice from my beautiful baby I shut the fuck up. The tears dried up with the beers and sleep met the agenda.

Up early to a dry ugly mouth, soon satisfied with cups of hot coffee waitered by Dave.  Johnny played DJ and we tapped our toes to Superchunk, Rocket from the Crypt and Leatherface.  Johnny found his air guitar and occasionally hit the right notes.

Broni, Rob and I discussed the booklet in more depth and things should be together soon.  Rob’s done an excellent job so far.

Much talk about Mr Cynical (now self-censored!) and going to London to check out the Natural History Museum and the Boredoms in Feb.

Put rubber to road and popped into Chrissy’s, dropping in a beautiful picture of her and Steve from Corfu.  Many children ran the house.  We all left – them to their Gran’s, us to our home and the quest for food!

Supposed to hit the flicks at four with smiling Kerry but plans changed and garlic bread and sparkling wine became more wanting.  Me and baby chatted for well over an hour in that dim dingy living room that we’ll be leaving behind.

Pete, Kathryn, Steve and Rebecca got sporting and went ice skating.  I got mushy and read Kerouac to my baby until she couldn’t concentrate on his meandering trails of sentences.  I felt romantic and poetic as I hope the prose relays.

The guys came back from their adventures – Steve and Pete both claiming to be ‘the best!’  I hit the great outdoors and run the grimy streets for Haagen-Daaz – well worth the effort – many thoughts came to me and boy, am I glad to be alive (with the intention of living life to the full).  Rob lent us a CD of Phillip Glass with Allen Ginsberg readings – it’s beautiful.  Another one with a way with words.  I love all that poetic stuff and I love that about me.

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Tie a rope to the back of the bus – 19th April 1989

22nd Feb 2021 – I’m not sure how long the ferry journey took but it was light by the time we were back in the van driving in France. Starving and sleepless we pulled into a bakery at a service station and enjoyed the warm French hospitality that non-French speakers probably deserve. But we ate a little at least.

Without telling anyone in the van, I’d stashed a smidgen of hash in with the tins of beer, without considering the consequences for myself or everyone else. Feeling happy with myself that I’d gotten away with it I announced my achievement to everyone and was met with much (deserved) criticism. I know we were on our way to Holland but what if we couldn’t find any smoke!? Be prepared!

A little journey, following the coast and passing Dunkirk (no time for any sightseeing) we found the Belgium border. Expecting a quick passport check, armed border guards approached the van and got irate with us when we all poured out. They took our drivers into a room and the rest of us waited nervously and impatiently, counting down how long we had to get to Hoorn to play our first show.

Sometime later, the boys returned looking gloomy and pissed off. Because we were carrying musical equipment we had to have a piece of paper with a list of all the items. Well, we had that, but what no one told us was that it had to be stamped or signed by the customs people in Dover. The boys had argued that they’d been allowed across to France as it was but the guards were having none of it. Perhaps they were waiting for a bribe?

As we contemplated going back to Dover, maps were investigated and it was decided to drive inland a bit and try to find another way into Belgium. I forget if there was even a crossing with guards but, whatever there was, we just drove straight through and were on our way again, seriously running behind time.

Looking on a map today the drive to Hoorn in Holland appears to only take 3 and a half hours but I’m thinking it took a bit longer 30 years prior. Also, our van, full of amps and smelly people, wasn’t racing anywhere. It was amazing to watch our two drivers plough on through and I think it was only after the tour had finished that I discovered they had been on speed for the journey so far. Only once did they take a turn into oncoming traffic, forgetting which side of the road to drive. Not bad!

Somehow we arrived in Hoorn without any checkpoint entering Holland but there was no time to settle in. It was straight to the cafe where the show would be held. This is where I discovered many cultural differences between the UK and Holland. Cafes in Holland were also bars and the focus wasn’t really around drinking but more just hanging out, with a snack, coffee or a beer. In 1989 UK, cafes and bars were totally separate things.

The place was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday evening. Tonight, was just us and Corporate Grave playing so there was little stress with timing and changeovers. The only adjustment that needed to be made was that the toilet door had to be removed to allow space for the players on stage. Fatty ended up playing with the head of his bass stuck into the doorway and having to move out of the way for anyone desperate enough to need a piss. It was quite an amusing sight.

I enjoyed the whole evening, especially after the long journey and stressful border situation and it was nice to receive a warm welcome from The Vernon Walters and their crew.

After the show, we went back to Mark’s place. I had connected well with Mark and enjoyed his company and it was a pleasure to stay with him for these few days. Our band was all here whilst Corporate Grave and Rich stayed with someone else.

Our next cultural difference was discovered in the bathroom. This was the first time I’d been in a bathroom with an open shower and just a drain in the floor, no bath. It somehow felt quite liberating but also a little insecure with no cover protecting my modesty in this big room. I don’t think I’d ever been naked in such a big space before.

And then there was the toilet. I had never imagined that toilets were different in other countries. Here in Holland, you didn’t shit into some water at the bottom of the bowl but instead onto a shelf, where you could safely inspect your work should that be necessary. In my 22 years up that point, I had never found it necessary. I was worried about the pile of poop stacking up and smearing all over my ass cheeks though I really had no idea of depth and proximity. So, I just squatted up a little and got it done and dusted as quickly as possible. I was too shy to ask exactly how one should use the toilet. I don’t think anyone else mentioned it either.