Quick! RUN!!!!!!!!!

I type this week’s post, unusually, out of sync. It is mid-week, and I am away at my usual blog-post publication time, so I feel it vastly unfair to cheat you all out of a blog post.

Ok, it is early in the week, but I do have a small compilation of notes, written on my phone, for trans-global viewing pleasure!

The sun has been shining in this very country (quite rare), and everyone seems more content and positive with a smile.

I wander down the street, smiling, it occurs to me that it is soooo easy to make friendly acquaintances, from a wheelchair. But I struggle to list proper friends that I have made since being in 'my wheelchair years'.

This could be just an issue that everyone faces in their twenties, no longer being a school child or university student. I have been forced to live the ’other’ way. I am however, so so so soooo happy and grateful to people I befriended in ‘Life partA’.

I was quite amused yesterday, sitting outside ‘The Press Room’ (café, obviously). The sun was shining, happiness shone from most people’s faces. Though not everyone.

I watch people stress out, running for the bus. 50% success rate.

I was sitting close to a fairly main bus stop, taking buses towards Kingston from near Surbiton station. I realised the stress that I manage to duck away from, since living in a wheelchair. I now know that if I can see a bus that I may well miss it as I have no option to sprint in aim to catch a bus. My wheelchair, as with any, legally (I think) can only go as fast as walking pace. I accept this and so feel no major disappointment.  I don’t have hopes raised and then thrown away as a bus accelerates off. It is advantageous to be able to plan for such event, instead of requiring an unprepared, sudden burst of speed that can fail half of the time!

Summer sun allows everyone to show off.  I am content, saddened that everyone suffers/ strives to reach perfection. Yet I know that they will never reach their goal, as perfection doesn't exist. Even though there are those seemingly close, all is equal, so they must have a negative that maybe hidden.

Hehe. OK, I made that note on a return from town, as I was perhaps feeling negative, myself. It is quite clearly a note that has been twisted and spun into a ‘positive’ (for me). Read it how you wish.

I also write to tell those of you on Facebook, to ‘like’ KCIL (Kingston Centre for Independent Living). As a voluntary employee, I am biased, but it is such a special special organisation, deserving increased recognition by everyone.

 KCIL