Friday, October 12, 2012

You are a tourist.

"And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then, it's time to go
And you find your destination with so many different places to call home
'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption
Would you agree
If so, please show me"

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

"What music do you listen to?"

Henry at the Apple shop asked me this as I was paying for my new headphones. I was buying a replacement after I, rather cleverly, managed to cut straight through my last set with a pair a scissors when wrapping birthday gifts. I am not a smart woman.

Anyway his question caught me off guard and my face must have given it away as I said "Um, I don't know".  Henry says he was just making conversation in apologetic way. Becki is looking at me as if someone had let me out on day release and I was just learning to interact with society again.

At this point I realise I've got quite a hefty task on my hands to make myself seem like a normal human being. And all I can think is... What music do I listen to? My mind is blank. I tell the group that I listen to all sorts.

I'm asked what's the last thing I listened to. Oh crap. That's what I think. Pretty sure it was Justin Bieber. Telling them that would not improve this situation. Suddenly I remember I'd bought tickets to see Slow Club just the night before. I tell Henry this. He has no idea who they are. Yep, still look like an idiot.

After slowly spelling out my name for the receipt (did not help the situation), I took my purchase, thanked Henry and made a swift escape.

And that my friends is why I hate small talk.

Oh and I'm open to some new music suggestions. I'm stuck in a rut and clearly have resorted to listening to the Biebs.


hay baling.


Sophia and I went for a country walk. It involved this.






Monday, October 8, 2012

Dear Manne

I'll let you in on a secret. Keeping a blog would be so much easier if you could just read my mind.
All my best blog posts are in my head.

I currently have 8 blog posts sitting in my drafts and I have no plans to actually publish them. Half of them I don't even remember where I was going with them. I had things to tell you, thoughts to share and obviously exciting things to update you on.

In one of them I was going to tell you about a letter I wrote to myself. I used FutureMe.org and it was e-mailed to me a year to the day after I wrote it. I had forgotten all about it so I was surprised when I slumped down on my bed after work and my phone beeped with the e-mail.

It's no secret that I crack myself up and this letter had me in hysterics as I reminisced about what was happening in my life September 2011. I told myself all about what I had been doing a year ago. I told myself what made me feel good about myself. I talked about the cross roads I was at and told myself that what ever decision I made it was the right one because of the way I made it. And I was right. I also gave myself some advice which was exactly what I needed that week I got the e-mail from my past self.

There's something quite therapeutic about it all. I love self reflection. I love to see the way I have grown. I keep a journal but, I just can't explain it, this was different. Writing a letter to your future self just seems to take it up a level.

I said 45 minutes ago that I was going to take the dogs out and go to bed.

I love procrastination.
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