Blowin' in the wind

Saturday 27 February 2010

I don’t believe security is something you can obtain externally or through someone else, but pretty much only by being happy with who you are as a person and what you’re doing with your life.

Tomorrow your house could burn down, your partner could be unfaithful, leave you or die. A massive earthquake could irrevocably shake your world, or worse.
No matter who you are, how much you have or how popular you are, your life can be turned upside down in an instant from something you didn’t see coming. Nothing in life is a dead cert.

I love seeing people live with all their might, rather than trying to hold onto things for dear life. Security is a myth and trying to grasp it tightly won’t make a blind bit of difference in the end. Like one of my friends always tells me, we all die alone.


The world around us will not be controlled, so why try. Live well, be kind. Laugh, love, smile lots and be your dreams. Feel. Take risks. Go where your heart and your head lead you. Be open minded.


I’m used to relying on myself and living on my wits to some extent, but it doesn’t mean I don’t get scared. Only I’m not sure whether it’s change or stagnation that I find more scary.

Tyre kickers

Man you people are boring! I have no idea why you read this blog, but I know that you do because I see you. But you’re so quiet all the time. Not a squeak out of you.

I used to pay my brother to leave anonymous comments just so I could look like I was popular. But he’s in love now and obviously has other priorities.


Ofcourse I could leave anonymous comments myself, but that would seem too weird even for me and not a little narcissistic.


What if I told you I was coming out of the closet? Would that be enough to stir a reaction?

Please be seated

Saturday 20 February 2010


I've been whiling away a few hours on this window seat the last few weeks. It's sweet as.

Johnny Valentine


For the first time since about 1992, this year I received an anonymous valentine. As no one is laying claim to said valentine, I can only assume it must be from my gorgeous Johnny.

Johnny is extremely hot & cool, etc. After all, the opinion of 90% of woman on the planet can’t be wrong, right? It also goes without saying that obviously so I am.
My light is hardly hidden under a bushel. Not when my own talented acting exploits attract at least 100 people per night to the Wakefield Village Hall.

So together, Johnny and I are like a super duper fireworks spectacular. Anyone who knows me knows how discerning and particular I am, so isn’t Johnny a bloody lucky bloke to be the object of my affections.


So thanks Johnny for my valentine, yes it made me smile and feel good inside. Don't go letting Hollywood change you.

Nothing

Tuesday 16 February 2010


For me, the most difficult thing about writing is finding something inspiring to write about it. With most of my working week spent writing about inanimate objects that I care little if anything about, I struggle crossing the divide into anything loosely resembling creativeness. I have an urge to write, but too often just can’t get past the very first hurdle.

Many writers write about themselves in one way or another. This is probably what they are most qualified to write about. But honestly, I’m with myself 24x7. I bore myself, not to mention everyone else, into oblivion banging on about yours truly. It just doesn’t work for me. I don’t like the way the words come out and the result is that I stop writing all together.


Okay. So to recap – so far I have come up with nothing inspirational to write about.
But then, the more I think about nothing, the more I see the beauty of it.

Nothing is like a holiday from something.


Nothing is like that space where anything can happen and usually does. Like the unplanned impromptu things that are almost always so much more fun than anything you may have spent weeks looking forward to in anticipation.


Nothing is giving up all those futile attempts to control that which circles confusingly around you; because there must be better things to do with energy.


Nothing is just going with the flow. Akin to floating lazily on a lilo with a rum cocktail in your hand just experiencing the motion of the ocean.


Obviously we can’t be about nothing all of the time, because that would also drive me up the wall. But perhaps we should focus less more.


So there you go. Nothing further just now.