Living the strangest life

Lately I have been so lost between deadlines and things to do for work, for the house, for my life, that I have almost forgotten to live. So I woke up last night, in the November wind, only to find that the cold of winter is all around. I sort of panicked, because it seems like yesterday I felt the first touches of autumn. I assume the transition seems very brisk to me because of all the changes it encompasses.

There is no "too soon" for me. All happens at the right time, it's just that it sometimes we are out of phase with our own time. After waiting endlessly for things to happen, we are all like email receivers set on “special notices” or “weekly digests”. We never notice when something is bound to happen, because our perception of “happenings” is distorted. So much goes on every day that we are too busy to respond and rarely notice the important stuff.

A friend told me last night that he only went to concerts to remember, and at first I called him a snob. Only now I find that he is right – as long as you know how to choose these concerts that make out the cream of the crop.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
(Coldplay, The Scientist)