Hello all and first up let's send out the love of gratitude to Anna, Jo, Shilpa and Louise for popping along to my post yesterday and of course to anyone else who happened on by. Thank you for loving, sharing, commenting and giving me a bit of inspiration to keep on typing.
As I sit here on the keyboard it's rather inclement outside with great globules of water cascading down from the heavens. It was a contrast from the radiance that was in abundance in the afternoon but we do need some of the wet stuff on the planet, I just wish it would not all come down at once.
I'm in one of those spaces where I'm not sure as to what to write. When we are confronted by these scenarios sometimes it's best just to let your fingers find their way to the keyboard and let whatever letter machinations that come to mind flow. Well, here we are then.
My attention drifts towards Canva and playing around with video and a touch of sound. I've discerned how to record my own voice and add it to the mixture and do look out for it as I go forward. It can be a bit disconcerting to hear a disembodied "Me" dance into the etheric clouds of my own creation. It's always a bit strange hearing yourself although I have got quite used to it now. The old Cockney lilt will never go and neither should it, it's very much part of who I am.
I recall eons ago back in my days at HMV where I used to labour in the Central Service Department. This was basically a section of the warehouse where we'd store stationary, graphics, equipment and more for all the stores. Anyway, the reason of my voyage into the memory bank was to recount where I once recorded my voice on the answerphone. Something akin to "Hi, you've reached Central and unfortunately we are unable to take your order at this time and please leave a message after the tone." Fine you may think and indeed it was until I hit the playback and heard this very thick South London accent asking for details of orders. Surely, I did not sound like this hybrid between Michael Caine and Leslie Grantham but oh yes, I most certainly did.
Everyone said, but Gary this is exactly what you sound like and I struggled to get my head around that. Of course, we must remember that we hear our own voices from a completely different place as opposed to everyone else. It's the same with vision too, others see us from outside whilst we only truly see ourselves in a reflection or in a video and goodness me I used to wince when I'd see myself on some old video or photograph. Who is that odd looking man I used to say and then realise it was me. These days I accept I am who I am and those that don't well, I wish them well and bear them no ill.
I guess what it is all about today is to remember that everyone sees you different as opposed to how you think they regard you. What really matters is that we are comfortable within our own skin and love yourself for who you are and I don't mean in a narcissistic way or egotistical but just appreciate that you matter and are loved.
So there we are my muse did take me on a journey of a bit of time travel back to the early 90's and a pip of wisdom too. Upon that note I shall take my leave and bid you all a sweet adieu.
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