Today I was greeted by a poster declaring that ten thousand had been achieved.
Great news, ten thousand, a good number.
Back in 400b.c. The Ten Thousand were a group of mainly Greek mercenary units pulled together by Cyrus the younger to try to grab the throne of the Persian Empire from his brother, Artaxerxes II.
Treachery, in-fighting and land grabs, even back then. Does history teach us nothing??
But what of history, when this week is officially the darkest, most doom-laden week of the year with next Monday being regarded as the darkest day. There’s even a formula to calculate just how miserable we feel.
The formula for this day of misery is 1/8W+(D-d) 3/8xTQ MxNA.
W is weather, D is debt - minus the money (d) due on January's pay day - and T is the time since Christmas. Q is the period since the failure to quit a bad habit, M stands for general motivational levels and NA is the need to take action and do something about it.
Now mine didn’t turn out so badly, but only because my D is low and my (d) is what I can only describe as once in a lifetime. Looking out of the window though the W is foggy, cold and damp, and I can’t really remember Christmas taking place so have no idea what T is, my only small Q (red wine) is probably the only thing keeping me going at the minute, my M is at an all time low and (much as I need and want to) my NA is struggling to kick-start itself into motion.
All in all another random day and on random days I doodle, letting the almost unconscious act of scribbling decode how I’m feeling.
It all comes out one way or another – blue herons, red herrings, vampire hares, tree full, trifle, 10,000, W, D, (d), T, Q, M, NA - odd stuff for an odd day in an odd time. I either strongly agree, agree, neither agree or disagree, disagree, strongly disagree - but my doodles hold the answers.
Ten thousand, such a good number.
By the way it came out at 42.