Head Space Daily Words...

Today I took the ungodly step of switching off my phone. Yes, you heard right – no vibrating groin, or chiming loin for me. How liberating. If you remember the game Operation, you will recall that each time you failed to remove an item from the poor chap’s body, without touching the sides, a buzzer would sound. During the course of an average day, I am buzzing with greater frequency than Operation Man. Reminders, alerts, notifications. Facebook, twitter, e mail. Pick the kids up, put the bins out. There is a buzz, beep, or bell for every eventuality, yet most of it can actually wait. I will get into the flow of doing something; only for my concentration to be broken by my need to check the latest buzz or beep which will nearly always be some irrelevant annoyance or pointless information. Once I had turned my phone off today, I jumped on the 172 bus, travelled to St.Paul’s and walked over Millennium Bridge to spend some time in Tate Modern. Whilst I am waiting for the freelance work to roll in I have to get out and see stuff, or else I could go insane and there is no excuse to get out and about when you have incredible museums like Tate Modern that are completely free and a bus journey away. As I wrote this, I had the perfect view, sitting in one of Tate Modern’s cafes, as shafts of sunlight broke through the clouds and sliced across the dome of St.Paul’s Cathedral. I’m not going to get that sitting at home, worrying about not having any work. It’s far more pleasant to be doing any worrying next to the Thames. I need to be around people, see things, hear conversations, listen to laughter, watch the world go by, as people take selfies, chat, fall over, act serious, goof around and generally be alive. All I needed was a eureka moment, when the meaning of life fell into my lap. That hasn’t happened yet but in the meantime, I am going to stop the buzzing by resetting my phone and losing all those notifications and e mail alerts...