It has been a little over two months now since I wrote anything of substance. A “busy” time. Or when not busy: complicated. You get that. It’s all good. So what do I mean by the subject? Well that’s relatively simple.

Actually no it’s not. Hmmm. This was meant to be an easy post before bed.

Ok. So over ANZAC day (and there abouts) a few of us went to PNG. For two things:

1. The PNG National Rally
2. Walk the Kokoda Track

Both of those events were, and continue to be, inspiring – for vastly different reasons. Reasons that I will not try to write down. It just wont be right, accurate, meaningful, lasting, etc… they are living inspirations.

That sounds korny. Great! That was the then. So moving on to the now.

I literally flew home into a whirlwind of personal fluff: work dramas were rife and much more importantly there is the “Prue Chronicles” (a name I have just coined)… Have you ever been in a situation where you don’t have a choice about what to do? Did it bother you…? In the interests of keeping a little privacy, I’m being vague: This book of the chronicle will be ending soon. The main plot line is done. Just the last few pages to read… And I’m happy/content/consenting with the finish. No problems with that. BUT: It really bothers me there was no real choice! Or that’s what I had simplified things to be.

What I think is really on my mind is: there is always a choice. And that holds true with the above. Just sometimes there is only one option that you will consider picking. In the end I can be objective: I finally get what I’ve wanted since the start of the year and maybe a bit longer. You can’t complain about that .

And coming up next we have The Rickshaw Run in Winter 2010. Basically it’s a 3000km ride in an auto-rickshaw. And it’s going to be FANTASTIC. I’m in the market for fundraising ideas: for the charity donation section. (Or if you’re keen to sponsor for some other reason that’d be great too – note there are some restrictions). So if you’ve got some ideas please tell me.

Oh and I intend to learn a language from each continent – no double ups allowed. English, for example, can ONLY be used for one continent. And English is English there is no distinction between US and UK. Blah blah blah… there is only one, at a push, two people that will actually care I’ve made rules. But there you go.

And then I think we’re going to enter The Shoout Out.

And then…
And then…

Well you get the picture. Living life means it moves on (at a speedy laden Riskshaw pace of 25km/hr).

I guess I could just subscribe to the Day of Death calendar (TV ads at this time of night are … unusual????) and plan it all out – but where is the fun in that? If I could only take one thing out of the last 2 months of “life changing stuff” it would be: no more planning!

Done.