Such great joy and so underestimated.
Part of my day the other day was sitting in front of my laptop digitally signing accounts for four different limited companies, even digitally and like this, it's death.
Especially like this, it's death.
I don't even get to sit in front of my accountant, Steve, to do it; it's just sent digitally.
It's the electronic counting of beans that gives me no joy and absolutely no motivation.
I found it hard to get to the end of that task, only made easier by the fact that I could complain to Callum when he came into the kitchen.
The joy is in human connection; it's why loneliness is so toxic, and it makes the hair fall out of the back of monkeys when they're cast out of the tribe.
Yet still, we lock ourselves away and give us little opportunity to see people we've never met and listen to them and hear their stories.
Over the next ten days, I will be travelling a bit, not for work but for fun on my own, to see my mum and dad on the train up the east coast to Edinburgh and then across Scotland to the west coast, to my hometown.
I will sit beside people on a train or meet people at stations, and it will be up to me to say hello and, "Who are you?" and "What's your name?"
I think that is where the greatest joy exists.
There is rarely a situation in my life where I take that opportunity and it backfires from someone who wants to avoid talking to me.
I am now quite comfortable in my own skin, walking up to someone, holding out my hand and saying, "My name is Colin; who are you?".
Blog Post Number - 3611
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