 Billy's audio book was a joy to listen to and I love the fact he narrated it himself. From start to finish it was entertaining and just like listening to him perform on stage. So many wonderful stories and a real lovely way of telling those stories. Rebellious, folky, funny, moving and humbling. He has no airs and graces, just real life, real grit and humour. His big slipper routine in An Audience with.. is still my favourite sketch - in fact, the whole show was a triumph - and I am so glad I was able to see him perform live in London in January 2010. I don't think I will enjoy an autobiography more!
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I'm an impatient person so waiting for things to happen is not one of my favourite activities. I don't find it easy to distract myself either. I always fall back on keeping busy at work, but when I'm alone at home, I can't put my mind to anything purposeful. My GP is trying to get a second opinion about me being bipolar, I'm trying to the old fertility clinic to transfer my notes (some of which I haven't yet seen) to the new fertility clinic and I'm waiting for the new fertility clinic to put all of my appointments in place.
I had Sunday off and I slept until noon because I am so exhausted with waiting and with how crazy things are at work (in a good way). Then I spent the afternoon filling out all of the consents and doing the modules for the second fertility clinic. After that, I tackled the Indian visa paperwork. I don't mind telling you, I was done in after all of this. The older I get, the harder I find paperwork. The less concentration I have too! I want to do the exact opposite of walking slowly. I want to hurtle head long into a brand new year and accomplish all of the things that I need to around my home and I want to become a mum. BUT. I also want to feel less mentally and physically exhausted and more at peace with myself and my surroundings.
Walk Slowly It only takes a reminder to breathe, a moment to be still, and just like that, something in me settles, softens, makes space for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race; that we will all cross the finish line; that waking up to life is what we were born for. As many times as I forget, catch myself charging forward without even knowing where I’m going, that many times I can make the choice to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk slowly into the mystery. -Danna Faulds
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