Looking at the big picture


After not having worked for nearly 5 months due to my accident, it was with relief and trepidation that I would return to my old team and the project I was forced to leave.

Heading back in for my first day was something of a relief, but as the train neared my city station. The butterflies in my stomach began their war dance the nerves and jitters hit home.


Not that I should have had any concerns about what my role was and If I was still capable of processing all the information which would be dumped in my lap over the coming weeks. It was more if my mind would be able to cope with the social part of the job.

Friendship and caffeine got me through the day, only just. I was so exhausted on the trip home and struggled to stay awake, hoping I wouldn’t fall asleep and miss my station.

I have been back a few days now and it’s getting easier. And it will eventually be a normality for me in the coming weeks.

My life has become much busier now that I’m back at work. I still need to continue with all my rehabilitation exercises, get to hydrotherapy and see the physio a few times a week.


Busy weeks ahead, but at least I’m moving in the right direction. And that forward direction will continue. Going backwards is not an option. Not now. Not ever.

As my physio said. ‘You broke your back in a cycling accident less than 5 months ago. And you’re going back to work. Don’t be so hard on yourself.’

As much as his words made perfect sense, it’s still tough at times to see the big picture. And that’s something we all need to do.

Light at the end of the tunnel 


As the days, weeks and months all slowly slipped by, my rehabilitation continued to become more intense as did all my exercise sessions.

With each passing week, I found I was able to move a little easier and my days weren’t filled with pain and my body was recovering. Slowly, but nonetheless recovering.

So as I continued my journey to full recovery, I continued to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. But no matter how much I think I had progressed, the tiny pin prick of a light never seemed to get any bigger.


It was then I was told I should look back through the weeks and months and see how far I had really progressed.

So as I looked back over my shoulder, I could see a tiny light, way back in the distance. It was where my rehabilitation journey had begun. It was just as far as the light in front of me, where I was heading.

The hardest part of any journey is the middle part. You are far enough from your starting point, and just as far from your destination. Frustrating, but you know you are heading in the right direction.


It’s times like these where you need to be a ‘bit of a mongrel’ and attack the last part of the journey with guts and determination. It’s going to be the only way to make it through the tunnel and out to the other side.

I know the my own journey still has a long way to go, but I do know what awaits me when I eventually arrive at my destination.


We all need to set our sights on that pin prick of a light at the end of the tunnel. And we can do that with the help and support from the people around us, who want us to get out of the dark tunnel.

Are we afraid to be alone?

With so many ways to stay in touch with people, we are never more than the click of a button or a dial of a number to communicate with a friend, locally or internationally.
But even with so many friends, there are times when we feel so alone. No matter where we are or who is around us. It’s a state of mind.

There is nothing wrong with feeling afraid in times of solitude, it makes us human. And human frailty is what defines us in this world. 

It’s ok to be afraid to be alone. But don’t let that fear stop you from making the most of that time. Sit back, relax and take the time the see what’s really happening in your own little world. You will be surprised at what you discover about yourself, and others. 

Leave The Light On For Me


When I was young and wild, at least I thought I was a wild child, I would be out every Friday and Saturday night, but unlike the youth of today, I would end up back at my parent’s house, and in my own bed, and well and truly before dawn.

There are a few reasons for my actions, one was that pubs and clubs stopped serving alcohol at 2 am and they shut up for the night. Unlike nowadays where patrons can continue drinking well past sunrise.

The other reason was that my Mother always threatened to rent out my bed if I wasn’t home by 3am. Nice threat, but would have never worked.

So when I did get home from a night out with friends, there would always be a light on. The porch light would be shining bright and never be turned off until I was safe and sound and back home.


It was a beacon in the darkness of the street. The street lights only just throwing light near the front of the house.


In many other ways, family and friends can also leave a light on. Not always physically such as a porch light, but they can show the way to a place where you belong. A place where you always want to return.

Make sure you keep a light on for others, as they may sometimes need that light to bring them home.

What Is Happiness???


Is happiness something that we are born with and keep in our hearts and minds throughout our lives, or is it something we strive for, with ever beat of our hearts? 


This is a question that comes up on a regular basis, but it should be a natural occurrence for all of us, no questions asked. 

But there are times when we lose sight of what we want and the happiness in our lives slowly slides away, until all we see of it is a glimmer, and a very tiny glimmer. 

These are the times when we need family and friends to step in an help show us the path to happiness, and to where we should be.


We can’t always stand on our own two feet and expect to keep a smile on our dial, day in and day out. And we may not ask for others to help return our smile. It’s is really up to those ones close to us to and know when our happiness has left the building.


The biggest question is, do we all really deserve to be truly happy, or are some of us destined to feel pain and sorrow throughout our lives? 

Bored!!!


With everything we have in our lives and our homes, it would be difficult to become bored with it all. But there are times when no matter what we have at our disposal, we get bored. And I know that as a fact right now.


After having had the ability to move and go wherever I want, and whenever I felt the need, it’s a shock to the system to have to stay indoors and wait for someone to take me out somewhere, other than for a walk around the block.

Even the thought of watching TV or Netflix has very little appeal right now. The one event that is helping me keep my sanity is the Tour de France. Watching live stages is the one thing that is keeping my boredom at bay, but only just. And the TDF only has 12 stages left to race.


So when and how do we get to a point in our lives where there is nothing around us that has the ability to keep us not only busy, but keep the boredom at bay.


We have the ability to chat to people around the globe using Skype or other messenger programs, but we can still find it easy enough to be bored stupid with everything.


We can have hundreds of ‘friends’ we chat with, but when it comes down to it, how many people do we have in our lives who really know us intimately and deep enough that keep our minds and our hearts going and keep the days of boredom away.

Have we become so dependent on the technology in our lives that we are unable to sit and talk to each other over a cup of coffee and put together a plan on keeping the boredom from our days.


If I had a choice right now, I would be on a road bike, cruising through the streets and hills of a foreign country, taking in the scenery and stopping in the side of the road to smell the flowers. Checking into a bed and breakfast and then continuing my journey the next morning. Destination unknown.


But, a foreign country is a little out of my reach at the moment, so I will have to settle for a long and dusty ride along the Warburton trail  this year on my trusty mountain bike. Away from cars and road rage.

Led down the garden path 


Most people I know will trust others to lead them in the right direction. And not only when they are on a road to nowhere and lost with no idea how to get back home. But then, sometimes getting lost on a ride can be a great adventure and a breath of fresh air.


Then there are other situations where we are mislead and eventually have to take the blame for something we thought was the ‘right thing’. Taking a ‘fall’ while others get off the hook and possibly end up with financial gain.


People are devious. No two ways about that. But are these people devious when it suits them, or are they always devious and hide it well from people around them. Including friends and loved ones.

It doesn’t matter what we think about how devious other people are, we need to admit it to ourselves that we can be just as devious as all the other people around us.


Even if we don’t believe we are that tiny bit devious, we need to look closer to home and see what we have done in our past, and then either accept it, or continue to sweep it under the carpet.

But then, is sweeping it under the carpet the right thing to do? Step out of the shadows and own up your indiscretions of your past.