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Procrastination

March 27, 2018 lizaaitken

*Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle – Lincoln*

Procrastination is my middle name,

see I always put things off.

The reason is my perfectionism,

as I worry others may scoff.

My ideas can be quite brilliant,

although I do say so myself.

A multitude of them in my life,

so I’ll need a bigger shelf.

This is where I store my dreams,

just until they take shape.

But then I have so many sparks,

so a choice I have to make.

Which of them is the brightest,

mistakes can’t get in my way.

If you know me and you read this,

I hear what you’re going to say!

I wrote this poem while procrastinating again this morning. I laughed out loud while writing it, as it’s so utterly me. I often lose myself in writing while procrastinating, that’s funny too as I know some who procrastinate instead of writing!

In Nothing..

March 26, 2018 lizaaitken

It’s in doing nothing we find ourselves,

or someone we might know.

Whilst contemplating something else,

the universe somehow unfolds.

In trying to find the meaning of being,

it’s only more questions we find.

Although pointers drop into awareness,

when thoughts are left behind.

So close the books and take a walk,

through natures winding trails.

Inspiration will glisten in setting suns,

mingle in leaves that fall in gales.

Reflections you see on the rolling tide,

smile right through to your soul.

Connecting to all that surrounds you,

ending up feeling you’re whole.

Looking for Inspiration

September 25, 2017September 25, 2017 lizaaitken

I’m finding it hard to be inspired by where I live now. I moved here a month ago, it’s pretty enough, you’ve seen some of the photos I’ve taken of the canal and beach but it doesn’t speak to me. I’m okay, I’m plodding along doing my thing but I’m not struck by inspiration in the slightest.

It’s the energy of the place I think, it’s slow and if I’m honest a little dull. It’s temporary, always was in that I’m not staying long, but it’s certainly not me. Now for the positives, it’s slowed me down, got me more in touch with myself. I spend long periods alone and I’m benefiting from them. I’ve lost an amazing 4lb’s in weight as I’m not socialising which is a big plus if ever there was one. I’ve started a course and I’m loving it, it’s got me to pull out some old books and I’ve lots of new stuff to learn, I have the time too without distractions.

Energy is a funny thing, I think it’s affected by so many things. The people here seem very insular, I walk down the canal saying hello or smiling at people I pass, the number of them who look at me as if I’m mad or pretend they didn’t hear me is weird. They look at me like I’m crazy, like I’m from another planet, but it’s not me it’s them. On the other hand I do talk to a lot of dogs, dogs aren’t fussy. The High Street is boring, there is nothing that calls me. Yes there’s a post office, bank and chemist but there isn’t anything that interests me. It’s old and I suppose quaint and the folk around here are pretty proud of it, it has a number of visitors but there is nothing that calls me. Is it the people or the energy of the town, I don’t know but I’m not keen.

I’m spoilt I suppose, fifteen years living in Brighton with all it’s vibrancy and style. I was brought up in London and I’m pretty well travelled, yes I’m spoilt and if I’m honest a little fussy. As you know I love nature and I can certainly appreciate the beauty of my surroundings but there’s something missing that I just can’t put my finger on.

I’ll ponder a while on it and carry on spending time on me, pamper myself maybe 😉

The Sting

September 18, 2017 lizaaitken

I just know that I’ve been bitten,

but it’s weird it doesn’t sting.

It does not come from an insect,

but it has got under my skin.

I’ve been bitten by inspiration,

now itching to move ahead.

I’m able to look more clearly

on things I used to dread.

I’m inspired to move forward,

blurred vision is clearing up.

I see myself fulfilled at last,

I sup from the happiness cup.

The bite was right and timely,

as it woke me from my sleep.

From a nest of the imagined,

that, I do not want to keep.