Train of thought…

“Everyone on this train is different, with a different life, a different story. Just like you.

But you’re all here together, sharing the ride.

That means you need to think about each other for a moment.

Nothing deep and meaningful, just a quick thought about whether or not you’re sharing your music with someone who really doesn’t want to hear it.

Or if someone needs a seat more than you.

Or maybe you’ve drifted off and put your feet on the seat without thinking about the person who might be too scared to ask you to move them.

That little thought can make a big difference to everyone here, including you.”

The above message was displayed in a rather sexy font on a train I caught yesterday on the way to the footy in Perth.

(We will not be mentioning the footy or my teams appalling performance again.)

It made me think. Firstly what a nice way to remind people of how to behave on public transport.

Secondly is how this applies to life.

We’re all here together. Let’s make a small effort to think of others not just ourselves.

We used to be more considerate I think.

We used to think of others before ourselves.

But maybe not so much now.

It’s all about being served first.

Having the best/most.

Letting everyone know when you weren’t served first and why it’s not fair.

Anyone with a 5 year old will be able to tell you that life’s not fair. It’s not meant to be. It never will be.

And that’s why we need to think of others.



Conversation for one?

One of the perks of being me is that I have a million thoughts and conversations running through my head at any one time.

Unfortunately for those around me they often encounter my scorn when they don’t know what I’m talking about.

This is not a new thing. I’ve often been accused of leaping and jumping between topics of conversation.

I can change topics mid sentence and wonder why you aren’t keeping up.

It’s me, not you.

I need to remember that.

I also need to remember that the conversations that I have in my head at 2am have not been heard by you and therefore you should be given a little leeway when it comes to our apparent break down in communication.

I think a lot about things that don’t matter. Like how if Pappa bears porridge was still hot it was likely to be in a heated insulated bowl whereas Mumma bears was possibly in a shallow bowl with a greater air to porridge surface ratio.

Thoughts like these are random and pointless and plague me at the craziest times.

The girl in Rumpelstiltskin should have worn more jewelry.

I should have put the pumpkin in 10 minutes earlier the other night.

Where has the black nail polish gone?

At what age does one start to think about buying a rain gauge?

How come kids don’t seem to wear plastic pants in the rain anymore?

If there are essential oils are there also inessential oils and who chooses? Why did auto correct change that from unessential to inessential?

What will we have for dinner on Friday?

Can I have my breakfast the night before to save time? (I think this every night.)

And there we have it. Just a brief snap shot of my inner dialogue. It can get quite tiring listening to it but it keeps me busy.

And to those of you who take the time to listen to my random thoughts and respond I appreciate the banter.


When God closes a filing cabinet he opens a?

Righto. Let me fill you in.

I have this picture in my head from a movie where the character closes a filing cabinet drawer and another one pops open. But on a different filing cabinet and the character stretches themselves out trying to close all the crazy/funny/possessed drawers.

Do you know what I’m talking about? If you do know can you tell me please?

See this is my head right now. And in my brain there is me (wearing my black skinny jeans) stretching my limbs to close the drawers that keep springing open in my mind.

Last week I remembered to RSVP to 2 upcoming parties and was so proud of myself that I had a lie down.

Oh the things I accomplish on a daily basis!

So back to the drawers. I get through one thought and another 4 fill its place. Like a Venn diagram with me and my overflowing head in the middle. Or like one of those appalling hard to make flow chart slides in a PowerPoint presentation. (No? That’s just me?)

So anyway prepare to be bombarded with my thoughts as I unpack them (oh yeah, there’s a draw full of worries about moving house) and decide if they’re worth keeping or if I should just shred them.