I confess…

Here’s one I tucked away to dive into later and which was inspired by this post from Christie at So what? Now What?

• This is something which seems to come round on social media from time-to-time, and although I’ve never participated on those threads, I am unashamed to confess that I have neither watched nor read Game of Thrones, nor do I have any desire to do. Fortunately, Himself feels as I do, so I’m sure that won’t change.
  
• I have never enjoyed exercise. I understand that people experience endorphin rushes from engaging in exercise, and get not only fitter but potentially thinner as well. Still, I have always found it an unpleasant slog. I enjoyed swimming when I was young and lived in the tropics, but over-chlorinated indoor pools in the UK have put me off the whole experience as an adult. I did a Marine PTI designed and run fitness programme when I gave up smoking decades ago, which I gained enormous satisfaction from – until I damaged my back with an unwise exercise. I walk a lot, as it helps to clear my mind, but those endorphins are still being elusive.
  
• When I sing along with songs, I switch octaves as I go along to suit my limited vocal range. This has become such an ingrained practice that, when I did a Karaoke duet with a friend, I did it without noticing it. Fortunately my friend is an extremely skilled singer who simply raised her eyebrows, then switched to pick up my slack. I sang alto in the school choir, and I’m going to guess that not much popular music fits that range.
  
• I need to withdraw from time-to-time. To simply stay in my PJs, to read a book (or two), to ignore my overloaded to-do list, to ignore my phone, to not go out for my daily walk, to do a bit of writing, to be by myself. And sometimes one day just isn’t enough. I’ve always believed I’m an extravert (and test as such), but realise that while I really do enjoy the company of other people, time alone is how I recharge – which rather challenges than belief.
  
• I do have regrets, even though I do not to allow myself to dwell there. A few are things I’ve done, but the ones which I think most about are things I’ve not done. Choices I’ve avoided out of fear, chances I’ve not taken taken for the same reason – the fear of failing. When I look at bravery or courage, I know I have them within me, as they’ve been there when I’ve faced physical danger. But taking a chance on something – that’s when they’ve deserted me. I know its my brain doing its job to keep me safe, and maybe those physical dangers I’ve experienced have made it over-active in its protection of me. It’s something I’m working on changing, despite being 65 years old.
  
• I like to eat crisps/potato chips straight from the packet. Himself insists they get poured into a little bowl in order to be “more civilized” which – as you might imagine – shames me into not arguing 😉 But I really do prefer the direct-from-packet experience. There – that confession felt cathartic!

Do you have any confessions you’d like to share? Or comments and suggestions about those I’ve made? As ever, if you decide to do a post like this yourself, please do tag me (and Christie)!