Master Whinger

Been a terrible Blog Mama. Yes yes. Left you all neglected and hungry. Terribly sorry.


...It will happen again.

Why, yes I did have a fabulous summer adventure in various international paradises. Thank you for asking! Incredibly lucky. Feeling totally spoilt, mostly due to people's reactions to my complaining about heading back to work. Well. I don't care what any of you say - I will complain as much as I wish. If whinging were a sport, I'd ... be bloody good. (I wouldn't win anything, as I'd be too lazy to enter. Thus, would sit on couch complaining about said laziness).

So, apart from making everyone hate me and my slutty passport, I've found myself a nice backup career - giving workaholics crash courses in being a lazy sod. It's like I was born to do it. (Mum would absolutely cack herself if she read this).



Wish you I were here



(Yes this is a very real life photo of the gorgeous Hanauma Bay, where I later that day, snorkelled was set upon by the most thuggish coral).

Anyway - currently back at work. Colossal struggle to get back into work mode (which I am so very rarely in, and forever fighting to get back into... assuming I've ever been in it).

So a few snippets on life updates:
- Have declared 2012 year of Change and Dream-Following. Watch. This. Space.
- Have read Bridget Jones' Diary. Am now speaking fluent Diary.

- Want to travel at all times.

- Dislike all things about being home.

- Do enjoy unlimited supply of undies though.

Hoping you had a very Merry Christmas and (will have) a Happy New Year.

For now, I'm off to continue my storm of complaining and being generally horrible.


Business as usual.



:)

Epiphany? Sorta. Lil gold man got in my mind-grapes

Did I spell that right? Epiphany. Ever look at something so long you freak yourself out?
Anyways;

Do you think society is a dream killer?

I watched the Oscars today (side note, I cried. A lot. Natalie Portman wins! Cry. Natalie Portman's little pregnant belly! Cry. Clip of Toy Story 3, weep uncontrollably whilst yelling NOT THE FIRE!). It occured to me that society may pretend to encourage public dream followin', but underneath that thin little silver layer is a blueprint of the pyramid of dream fulfillment. Not everyone can win the lottery (don't believe it? Bruce Almighty baby). Not everyone can be an actress, a singer, a rock star. God forbid. Who would clean the hotels and serve a deliciously greasy yiros at 4am?

So a few people get to be deliriously happy and a lot of people don't?

Eh?! That sounds pretty shit. But here's the kicker of all the crap - the people that have achieved their hearts deepest desires did something about them. People with unfulfilled dreams sit at home shelling peanuts, waiting for someone to knock on the door offering them the dream opportunity.

When I started truly thinking about it, I realised it's laziness or fear of failure. If you need a haircut you don't sit yourself on the porch hoping a kind scissored stranger will soon arrive. You get out there! Or, if you're the quirky type, buy some scissors of your own! I'll get off the scissor metaphor before it gets out of hand, but the point of this story is that though I've never been the kind to think that a career is the be all and end all, I am having this awful niggling feeling that if I don't get up off my butt and do something that works towards doing something that I love, I'm going to be in big trouble.

Operation dream salvagery.

Dreams? A little voluminous but mostly stemming from writing and publishing: to myself be, well, not written but published! Ice-cream taste tester also up there.

Action? I'll start out small - I'mma spruce up my blog. Finish the unfinished posts, mend the holes, patch up that crack! I'm getting a little Sound of Music but hell, I'm building up to my new goal - a post a day. I'll trial this for a week since I have a feeling that shared internet access with a 16 year old monster'll be tricky.
Let's do this O-girl!

Please note: I have a pretty bad memory so I'm going to need a little help reminding myself of this, hence this public pep-talk post.

If anyone is reading this, firstly, sweet Bluebeard's leg are you ok? Google a hobby ... or a good blog hahaha but seriously, don't do that. Secondly, what's your dream? Join the dream bandwagon, help a sister out in the inspiration stakes!

In closing, I leave you with a quote I was spoon-fed in my senior year of highschool but is only today truly getting me right in the guts:

"Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it.

Boldness has genius and power and magic in it."

- Goethe

                       
I coulda sworn this was followed by:
'Begin it! Begin it now!!'

(Mebbe it's just me :)

Today's message: Grab the sun? It's only our life source - have a play.

Inspired Ophelia out dudes!