100daysofbeing

#Sleepless

Spent the bulk of the weekend re-watching Season 9 of How I Met Your Mother, complete with its unsatisfactory ending in which Ted shoots off to Robin’s after all she put him through. Tsk!!! Tsk!!! Before that though, Ted’s summation of his 9 year journey to finding Tracy did resonate with my inner suppressed romantic: It was at times a long, difficult road. But I’m glad it was long and difficult, because if I hadn’t gone through hell to get there, the lesson might not have been as clear. You see, kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew… I have to love this woman as much as I can for as long as I can, and I can never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5:00 a.m. Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon, through every speed bump. Every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me. And I carried it with me when she got sick. Even then, in what can only be called the worst of times, all I could do was look at her and thank God, thank every god there is, or ever was, or will be, and the whole universe, and anyone else I can possibly thank that I saw that beautiful girl on that train platform, and that I had the guts to stand up, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, open my mouth, and speak. ...

Finding myself listening to a lot of songs which are tied to a certain time/ phase in my life… Worn from that darned winter of 2012.. Sigh.. --- Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That you can mend a heart That’s frail and torn I wanna know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that’s dead inside can be reborn Cause I’m worn

– I can’t stop the rain, but I will hold you ’til it goes away.. #Comforting

Blue vans mean business, apparently…

#Hope

We meet up - at the third time of trying - at the only place there is of note, Union Square. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, we settle for TGIF, the steak, rib and shrimp meal the perfect counterpoint to the 46 days of minimal feeding we have gotten through. There is a lot to catch up on - work, women and all the other things single, semi-bored Aberdonian chaps whine about. When we agree to head our separate ways at 9.30pm, it is having been fully sated, all caught up on nine month worth of life, and with an agreement in principle to make this a monthly affair.. ...

Between my low carb diet, pressure at work and precious little sleep (I’ve averaged between 4 and 5 hours over the last two weeks), it felt like i’d hit rock bottom today; so much so I went to the African shop, ordered up a big loaf of bread and Nido milk, which those who know me well know is my absolute special brand of poison. That, and ending up in front of my TV watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother, appeared to make the world sane and simple again… ...

When you run into the someone you swore you’d gotten out of your system, but you find that months after the fact there is still that twinge of jealousy… #NotYetUhuru

Reminded of how much I heart Gungor by a conversation… #EarWorm