I have been having trouble with my balance lately. Not physical balance (though I am as clumsy as ever) but my life balance. At all times, there is a pretty fine balance in my life between work and play, which is not helped by the fact that many of the things I really ought to do present as play.
There are a number of hours a week dedicated to simple hard graft for dosh. These are non-negotiable, so we will leave them to one side. Of the remaining hours, there are a number of possible activities, all of which need doing. They are: prayer, writing, reading, learning Hebrew, riding, animal care, rest, home maintenance (tidying, cleaning, washing), gardening, restoring the house, and dress making. Oh, and blogging. All of these need to be done. Few of them can be combined by any other. And that is the problem.
Currently what I actually burn to do is dress-making, and I spent last weekend making a ‘dressing-up’ dress for one of my grand children. It was a beguiling but tiring job, and it brought great joy to both me and the child. I did rather therefore miss out on actual rest, and as I get older I do find I need down time doing nothing. Not even blogging.
Hebrew, gardening, and until yesterday, house restoration, and riding have been all but non existent, and this must not continue.
So this week sees a renewed effort to parcel out my time – oh and if any of you have solved the work/life balance thing – do let me know!
I can remember the precise moment when I decided that prejudice against LGBT people was stupid – I must have been about twelve, sexually aware, but not in very sophisticated way, and found out Uncle Alan was attracted to his own sex, and had had his life pretty comprehensively ruined by it. It struck me then, and it strikes me now, that it was a totally illogical reason for any kind or shape of prejudice. Quality is what matters in relationships.
Since that day I have done whatever lay in my power to change things. Not much lay in my power. I was not so much a cog in the machine as a tiny ball bearing – perhaps only a drop of oil. I’m not much of an activist, no sort of a politician. All I have done is to argue, present cases, put forward good theology, provide a shoulder to cry on and support when I had the opportunity. Sure, in the early days there was a bit of flack – but I am acutely aware that the the real pain was born elsewhere, and I could do nothing to stop it.
But yesterday I stood in the Pride march, and I looked – I looked at the Conservative Party – whose journey since the vomit-inducing Clause 28 days must be epic- and the gay police association, and the church groups, and I looked at the cheering crowd, and the cameras capturing the smiling faces, and the best of the drag queens (I do love a good drag queen) and I thought: ‘However tiny my part, it was a part. In a minuscule way I lent my weight to this side.’ Tiny ball bearing or not, I cannot tell you how good that felt. Or how good to see the distance travelled. LG
It is sods law that while Ayrshire basked in sunshine, Edinburgh froze in that soaking east coast mist and drizzle. Neither that nor the very inadequate PA system depressed the crowd, which had come out to spread happiness and did. Pace shmeekins, the dress code was pakamacs. (Any celebs steered well clear of me)
We were there to support Kelvin, who was speaking about the white knot who promote marriage equality. He pitched it just right, I thought, with calm authority but open and cheerful – he is of course a naturally good speaker. He got a good cheer and marched with the nobs – well the politicians, anyhow. I watched him standing there and thought what an excellent thing it is to look and think, yes, the right man in the right job at the right time, doing the right thing.
The crowd were great with the dog collars (Kelvin and Kimberly) – sometimes acknowledging them but not making any great deal of it. Tell you what, though, mostly a very soberly dressed lot. Maybe the rain?
I always enjoy Saturdays, of course I do – usually they consist in coffee and work on The Book – the unkind say in equal measure, but even they admit running concurrently.
However, this Saturday I am off out to spend the day with friends at Pride Scotia, lending a little general support to those there from the Scottish Episcopal church – imagine – a day in the fresh air!
So what to wear – roll up jeans or my patchwork skirt from Barefoot? Oh, decisions, decisions.