I was going to post me in the flesh, but that’s a sight no-one wants to see.
So who am I?
I’ve always been pooh bear. This was my Winnie-the-Pooh when I was a teenager (yes, I know), and now he lives in Moo’s cot, and she cuddles him at night.
I’m a little bit round in the middle. I like to sit and think. I’m kind. I want people to be happy. I want them to be my friend…
I like to think of life simply. If you can’t work it back to first principles, there’s no point. I have a sign above my desk at work declaring:
“I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.”
in a hope to inspire the young lawyers I support to use plain English and make sure they are understood, rather than look clever. It doesn’t always work.
He also said:
“Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?”,
and the answer to that is very definitely yes.
And had the conversation I often feel like I’m having:
“I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit. “No,” said Pooh humbly, “there isn’t. But there was going to be when I began it. It’s just that something happened to it along the way.”
Pooh teaches us that friendship is important. That being kind is important. That love is important. That the journey we take is important, and we should always look for the good in each other, in life, and in our situations.
And just in case this post comes across in a way other than that intended, I will seek solace in the following:
“When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.”
This is my second post for The Gallery, and this is Week 4, where the theme is “Me”.