Life is made up of the choices we make and the results they deliver. On a daily basis we need to decide how to invest our time, money and energy. We have satisfaction when our investments brings a good return and disappointments when they don’t.
As I have discovered over the last few weeks, it is easier to write when you are feeling fine, than it is when you are feeling melancholy. I have not had the desire to put pen to paper (or in today’s world fingers to keyboard) even though there is so much I could be writing about. I have spent a week in Croatia since I last wrote and there is an election and a referendum happening. So why the writer’s block?
I have had a disappointing return of an investment of time and energy in an organisation that I expected better off. You know that feeling, when your heroes that you looked up to and wish to emulate, turn out not to be the real thing. That is how I feel at the moment.
Without giving details of what has happened or gone wrong, I want to reassure folk it has nothing to do with anybody in my home village.
A close friend has told me, the tricky bit in life is knowing when to stop chasing your investments when they are not giving you the returns that you require. That of course may involve a change or a move away from a known into an unknown.
Rudyard Kipling wrote these words in his poem *If*,
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
The thought of starting over again in your mid forties *with worn-out tools* can be a bit scary but can also be liberating.