There have been several times, even in the past few years, when I've found myself in forced confinement.
Partly, that is because I have the inverse Midas touch (everything I do seems to turn to s**t at times), and secondly, I guess it's just bad luck.
Last year I had my knee replaced, which I wrote about here in the blog Bionic, and that meant that I had some time at home to contemplate my navel, to think about life, where I was going, what I was doing, and what was happening.
Following that period of contemplation, I find myself with a business this year that's growing at 35%, and I do not think that is a coincidence.
Prior to that, I was sick from my hypothyroid, and I had to stay at home for a full week on my own when my dog was sick, and the family had gone on holiday.
Times like this, when the diary is free, unexpectedly allow us the opportunity to ponder and think and to decide whether our ladder is up against the right wall.
So last week I dropped a 25-kilometre gym weight on my foot (honestly, it was, it was by accident). My foot's fractured in several places, and I find myself at home on a Monday when I was supposed to be on holiday riding my bike a long way, on my laptop, thinking about the future and what's to come next.
What would be good is if I could create forced confinement, every so often, without actually hurting myself or damaging my health.
That would be a much more sensible thing than having to wait until shattered bones and hospital appointments pop me on the sofa to think about what comes next.
Blog Post Number - 4644
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