Wow. Its the end of an era for another year. Today, I had my last bowl of porridge for 2007. This is because I only allow myself to have porridge in winter, meaning June 1 - August 31. (otherwise I would seriously just eat it all the time.) And since, this evening, I leave for London and will not return till September, this morning was my last winter breakfast.
Trivial yes. For myself however, it marks the passing of time. Kinda like when a pen you have runs out of ink - but only a pen that you have used from its brand new ink state ... these moments give me pause and reason for reflection. Or whatever.
Man I love porridge. Oh well.....till next year....
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Into the great unknown?
Ah yes. The great unknown. The undiscovered country. The endless possibilities of the not yet known. Ignorance is bliss. What we don't know won't hurt us.
Then why do I feel so sick?
I have had a little anxiety troubles over the last 24 hours. I cannot put my finger on it, but something is not quite right with me. Could it be the journey I am about to embark upon...off to the other side of the world to check in with some dear friends and have a really wonderful time? Surely not? I mean, thats just going to be a heap of fun right?
Then why do I feel so sick?
You know, it'd be so much easier to just stay at home. Not meet a heap of people who I never know when I'm going to see again but cannot help being attached to and miss incredibly. Not get attached to anyone in general. Not spend the better part of all my savings. Not put my hand up to jump up on stage and do a show I really have not prepared for yet. Not know. Have no control. Be kinda sorta scared. Risk failing.
I mean, I know thats why I feel so sick.
But how freakin boring would that be.
Give me the unknown every time - just bring a bucket too!
Then why do I feel so sick?
I have had a little anxiety troubles over the last 24 hours. I cannot put my finger on it, but something is not quite right with me. Could it be the journey I am about to embark upon...off to the other side of the world to check in with some dear friends and have a really wonderful time? Surely not? I mean, thats just going to be a heap of fun right?
Then why do I feel so sick?
You know, it'd be so much easier to just stay at home. Not meet a heap of people who I never know when I'm going to see again but cannot help being attached to and miss incredibly. Not get attached to anyone in general. Not spend the better part of all my savings. Not put my hand up to jump up on stage and do a show I really have not prepared for yet. Not know. Have no control. Be kinda sorta scared. Risk failing.
I mean, I know thats why I feel so sick.
But how freakin boring would that be.
Give me the unknown every time - just bring a bucket too!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Free Hugs
I was the proud recipient of a free hug yesterday - from the official free hug man of Pitt St Mall. (thats not me in the photo btw - I lifted this from some google, that is definitely him though.)
Why this meant so much to me?
His officially hugging jacket is velvet. Worlds collide. Free love/hugs/human goodness mixed with the fabric I fear. Things changed yesterday. Now I am not saying I am going out to buy a velvet body suit, but I am one small step closer....
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
In response?
This is an excerpt from an email conversation I have had today.
I had been asked "where are you going and why?". My reply was "Edinburgh and Dublin, for the Fringe Festival to check out shows and then on to visit friends."
This was the reply I got:
Yes - have been to both cities. Edinburgh in 1974 and Dublin around the
same time - spent Easter there with a friend who lived in the gate house of
the Guiness mansion. My daughter had a birthday party and all the kids in
the village (NEAR Dublin) came to it. Also visited her inlaws who lived
in a very lavish house in County Wicklow. Even had real Picassos on the
wall. The woman we met there had written a book about herself and her
German husband, who had been involved in the July Plot to blow up Hitler -
and how they escaped. She was the daughter of an earle. The book was
later made into a T.V. series. Her name was (is?) Christobel Bielenberg.
And here I was expecting "have a nice time."
I had been asked "where are you going and why?". My reply was "Edinburgh and Dublin, for the Fringe Festival to check out shows and then on to visit friends."
This was the reply I got:
Yes - have been to both cities. Edinburgh in 1974 and Dublin around the
same time - spent Easter there with a friend who lived in the gate house of
the Guiness mansion. My daughter had a birthday party and all the kids in
the village (NEAR Dublin) came to it. Also visited her inlaws who lived
in a very lavish house in County Wicklow. Even had real Picassos on the
wall. The woman we met there had written a book about herself and her
German husband, who had been involved in the July Plot to blow up Hitler -
and how they escaped. She was the daughter of an earle. The book was
later made into a T.V. series. Her name was (is?) Christobel Bielenberg.
And here I was expecting "have a nice time."
Friday, August 03, 2007
Clock watching.
Today is moving slowly.
VERY slowly. The countdown feels like it has started to go backwards. Its almost depressing. I check my inbox every five minutes to keep my mind from exploding through the mundanity of my workload today. I have even replied to my Mothers email about being a special vibrant woman. Anything to keep the clock moving forward.
Given this, joy is being found in places I would normally not look. Today, I am happy to answer the phone. A wrong number? No problem, but since you called, how are you and whats your day look like? The minutes slowly tick by.
Out of boredom and frustration though I have volunteered the lunch run and the meet and greet of 20 new employees. There's another 45 mins I can consider filled.
Posting this blog has filled 7 minutes.
On a completely different subject, how funny is it when a particularly masculine man says something like "Schweppes" or "Fudge!" instead of using an expletive? Very funny.
Two more minutes gone. Thankfully I type slow.
VERY slowly. The countdown feels like it has started to go backwards. Its almost depressing. I check my inbox every five minutes to keep my mind from exploding through the mundanity of my workload today. I have even replied to my Mothers email about being a special vibrant woman. Anything to keep the clock moving forward.
Given this, joy is being found in places I would normally not look. Today, I am happy to answer the phone. A wrong number? No problem, but since you called, how are you and whats your day look like? The minutes slowly tick by.
Out of boredom and frustration though I have volunteered the lunch run and the meet and greet of 20 new employees. There's another 45 mins I can consider filled.
Posting this blog has filled 7 minutes.
On a completely different subject, how funny is it when a particularly masculine man says something like "Schweppes" or "Fudge!" instead of using an expletive? Very funny.
Two more minutes gone. Thankfully I type slow.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Countdown
In two sleeps its Friday -then the weekend and Celebrity Theatresports - hoorah!
In fifteen sleeps I will board a plane on the way to London!
In eighteen sleeps I will board another plane on the way to Edinburgh!
In twenty-three sleeps, Susie Youssef and I have our ten minute spot in the Fringe Festival!
In twenty-eight sleeps we board another plane on the way to Dublin!
In thirty-one sleeps we join Caomhan and company for the Electric Picnic!
What a month!
How can I possibly sleep then, with all this to look forward to?????
In fifteen sleeps I will board a plane on the way to London!
In eighteen sleeps I will board another plane on the way to Edinburgh!
In twenty-three sleeps, Susie Youssef and I have our ten minute spot in the Fringe Festival!
In twenty-eight sleeps we board another plane on the way to Dublin!
In thirty-one sleeps we join Caomhan and company for the Electric Picnic!
What a month!
How can I possibly sleep then, with all this to look forward to?????
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