It’s time for lift-off. Having had my blog continually hacked, slow to load (and there were barely any plugins) and generally neglected I’ve moved it to a new hosting service. Got a nice shiny theme and figured out what it’s all about – at least for now. It’s also now under skellyrocker.com as opposed to skellyrocker.co.uk although the latter URL will still get you here.
Craig had a blog because all the cool kids had one and at one time he dreamed of making millions from the wit and wisdom of a Scottish engineer. Over the years The Skelly Rocker has appeared in many guises, from maths tuition to hill walking to photography to the environment. I never could settle on one thing. You might say that I was passionate about so many things (you’re supposed to write what you’re passionate about, right?) but I would always find someone doing it so mush better or were more knowledgeable. And so more and more it became a place for musings and machinations and raging and ranting.
In its last invention I wrote a post called ‘Day One‘. It’s about alcoholism and struggling with it and it’s effects – it’s one of the few posts that I still have and I have included it below. It was hard to write because it was from the heart and from my own experience but it seemed to strike a chord with a few people I knew.
A few posts later on I realised that I didn’t want to be defined by alcoholism and that that’s what would happen if I dedicated the whole blog to that subject. Then the hacking started and I got frustrated and chucked the whole lot in. That was the first half of 2018.
The thing is I really enjoy writing and I missed it immensely. From how-to’s to poetry to a wide variety of subjects that I have an opinion on that can’t simply be put forward in 240 characters. So I started writing a weekly ‘column’ on the local community’s Facebook page. It was meant to be, and was taken as, amusing and most weeks I publish a short narrative there – which will be reproduced here. At that same time I realised that my alcoholism was starting to rear it’s ugly head again with side orders of anxiety and depression. So I started reading Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits again – the first time in twenty years. And I suddenly knew that what I was looking for was personal growth. That I had stagnated for too long in my life and beliefs that it had made me angry and resentful, emotions I had no wish to harbour but could feel them seething around inside me just waiting for someone or something to press the big red button marked ‘please do not press this big red button!‘
I’ve taken time to think about what I want to write about and what’s important to me. No longer the illusion of making money, just the hope of making sense and sharing the things that I enjoy – no matter how disparate. So here on The Skelly Rocker – Lift Off! I will be writing about:
- Personal Growth and Mental Health
- The Cove Community Column – just for a laugh
- Photography – just sharing the sights
- Scots Poetry – with a view to a Podcast
I hope you will come by and read some of my posts from time to time it’s always nice to have visitors, in the meantime, here is day one…
Every day is day one. Even day two, or three or six or twenty seven. They are all day one. Today is day one.
You get up and think this is it. It’s day one. And today I will resist. Today I will get through and not be swayed. And sometime you do. Sometimes you get through to the next day, which is day one. And some times you don’t.
Perhaps it was just a little stumble. Not something that anyone would even notice. A glass of wine with a meal. A pint after work with the lads. Nothing unsociable. Nothing extreme. Nothing wrong with that at all. And anyway, tomorrow is day one.
Sometimes it’s a big stumble. A trip and you almost land on your face. It starts off innocent enough. A pint or two on a Saturday lunchtime. Good company. Good laughs. “Another pint?” “No I’m full, I’ll have a rum and coke. Make it large!”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Have you been drinking?”
“You have, you stink of it!”
“Well just the one”
And more. Lying indolent on the sofa. A few more cans. A nip or two. A bottle!
Tears and angry tweets.
No more sorehead for you matey. No more being sick. It’s night sweats and paranoia. Anxiety attacks in the middle of the day. Inefficient and indifferent. A hair of the dog? No, this is day one! Tomorrow can be day one! Just one drink. Just take the edge of.
And you fall.
Praying to land.
On your feet.
In day one.