“I’ve been listed.” I says.
“Blacklisted it is? Coppers? A new place?” He says
“No, shortlisted.” I tell him
“Well, you are fairly small.”
If you don’t want to read on, here’s the link to vote for Here’s the way I see it… https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/P6PP69 (scroll down to the bottom of this page to read the post you voted for)
I’m canvassing for your votes. Now, I was never a fan of doorstepping… Sure I’d release the hounds on that sort of behaviour if I thought I’d get away with it, so I’ll keep it online.
In all in anyways, the below blog post has been shortlisted for an award at this years Irish Blog Awards…. I’d really appreciate a vote Especially as mine is a young blog… We’re /it’s /I’m turning one in November, and it’s going up against older blogs with much larger followings.
So if you could be as kind to click the link below and put in a vote for Here’s the Way I See it; I’d be very delighted, and will come to all your birthday parties / functions /shindigs / hootenanies and shenanigans for the next few years…..
Here’s the link: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/P6PP695 and below you can read the post that’s going up for nomination.
So yeah… I hope you don’t mind me calling like this. My friends said I shouldn’t call you, but I can’t help it anymore. They don’t understand my hurt… They think I’m having a grand break.
Don’t turn away yet, just give me a minute…. two maybe… I have a message for you.
I never thought I’d say this, but, I miss you. I miss how you woke me up early on dark frosty mornings, on bright summer mornings, wet mornings and dry mornings. I miss how you gave me purpose and something to occupy my days with. I miss how you satisfied me.
I never wanted to leave you, but we were running out of money and I couldn’t help you grow anymore. Lies! We weren’t running out, we were out… But what we had come up with was worth the shot.
I see the people going to their own jobs, and I wish I was going in to see you. Oh to sit in traffic, or stand in an overcrowded bus in the morning and evening – satisfied, is a feeling I miss. Knowing I’d done something fulfilling with my day. Tired, the good type of tired. Exhausted, but I’ll conjure up a bit more energy to mean something to you. I miss meeting people through you, and the lessons I’d learn on top of the lessons I’d already learned. I’m tired of waking up late and I’m tired of not being able to sleep. I’m tired as well, that when I do get up early and visit the gym at seven in the morning, that I sit drinking my pre-gym coffee looking out the window at the packed buses and people walking, wanting to join them… knowing that after my session, I’m going home, when really I want to see you for the day.
So for now, some days I’ll stay home and others I might wander in to town and do some work in a café. But I can’t wait to meet with you again, and we’ll move on and we’ll push on further together. I want to contribute and I want my purpose back. I’m hungry for you, I miss you unbelievably… Let’s team up again soon.
I really miss you