Hello. A difficult couple of days, which I suppose should be interpreted as a welcome test of my optimism v0w. It’s all very well talking big about being positive when things are going fairly well anyway, but the proof of the pudding is when the pudding comes out of the oven tasting like shit, and you still manage to say ‘this looks nice’. Or in another cliche, if life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or at least, if life gives you lemons, get an Indian takeaway and give the lemons to someone who likes lemons.
Anyway. My beloved football team are careering down the league and have sacked their manager, one of my football heroes. My tour is still selling… shall we say, better in some venues than others, and I had some other small professional disappointments. My three-week-old went a bit psychotic in the Post Office the other day and the queue of people looked at me as if to say ‘who gave you that child to look after, you obvious idiot’. And in general he’s been a lot angrier at the world these past few days, which means we are a lot tireder and confused-er.
But I’m doing my best. The team will sort themselves out. The tour will pick up. I packaged up the parcel with one hand and got out of the Post Office and kept walking and walking and walking like Ian Botham when he used to walk for charity, until the baby settled down. I keep not taking it personally when my wife’s held the baby for eighteen hours and he’s gurgling merrily, then I have him for seven seconds and he wails like Paltrow getting her Oscar. Yep. I’m rolling my sleeves up and getting tough with the optimism. And several times it has been difficult, but hey, that’s what ten-year projects are about. And I’ve been greatly cheered up by the coming together of the plan to ship an iPod around the country before it comes to rest with our winner, Anna. You can still join in with this, on the Forum. They’d like everyone’s address by the end of Friday. It will be fun. Thanks.
While some people, by their own admission, have struggled to get off the ground with their TYSICs this week, there have been some excellent efforts too. I’d hoped to summarise these in this blog, but the baby had other ideas (I will do it soon, though, so please keep writing up your progress). There’s just time, though, to pay tribute to our Challengers Of The Week.
I asked for proof of decisive steps forward. Amy – whose blog is below – and Kirsty met this request by trying to counter their turophobia, that is a fear or loathing of cheese. Before you sneer at this quirk, I strongly dislike cheese myself so these are kindred spirits of mine. Kirsty gets a commendation for bravely touching Stilton, to the minds of people like us one of the world’s most horrid substances. But Amy trumped that by sampling several different types of cheese. She hated them. But carried on nonetheless. This is what it’s all about…
Take inspiration from this, friends. And all this came from a more general TYSIC of ‘trying not to be lazy’. So if you’re struggling with your challenge, think laterally. Do something which might not directly help, but advances you in related ways. Eat some bloody cheese. Go on.