I'm home from work today. Bad cold. Weird because I'm never sick.
I'm feeling very, very sorry for myself!
We just got back from a two week holiday and it's probably a little strange to be back to work for one day and then off sick again. Oh well.
I've been reading (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami) watching TV (Being Human on UKTV) and bumming around online (watching YouTube vids on how to use the hot rollers I've just purchased off eBay).
My sister-in-law and niece are staying with us for two weeks and for dinner I'll be using the leftover ham from Christmas which I froze in batches to make ham and corn fritters. Just something light because they've been out all day and would have had a big lunch.
I hate having colds! Who would have thought my nose could drip constantly like this? Waah!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Hello. Or hello again.
Writing my thoughts down online seems like something I used to do for about five years, five years ago. And then faded, like a lot of things. Or else I got addicted to Facebook where I didn't have to think.
But I miss writing.
It's one of my many creative outlets and I really need those to balance out the everyday routine with other things.
Having moments to write, or sing, or dance, or (what else do I like doing?) cook, or garden or read or watch one of those movies-that-make-you-think can change a person. It makes them stop, literally smell roses, reflect, grow, and whatever gardening references you wish to add here.
At the risk of sounded cliched, I think I'm writing more for me this time round. My first ventures into blogging were exaggerated versions of me. I was writing for an audience - to entertain. I like entertaining people and I certainly have my various personas - as everyone does - but I want to just write and not necessarily try to amuse or shock.
If you don't recognise the title of this blog, it's the name of a Kate Bush song. Ah, my beloved Kate who I have listened to since I was a 15-year-old completely obsessed with Wuthering Heights. I'm still that girl - just with a lot more cynicism added! It's not my favourite Kate song, but I do like the image of the Rubberband Girl, who knows how to bend, adapt and bounce back.
But before I keep rambling, let me introduce myself.
I'm a 30-something wife with a lovely house in a leafy suburb, I have an adorable, energetic husband who is the joy of my life, I like cooking, growing flowers and veggies in my huge garden which we share with our two chickens, I love to belly dance, sing, play the piano and violin and I have a job which I don't even want to write about here.
Okay, I should write something about it because it's a big part of my life, but here's all I'll say. I like my job but it's not what I really want to do for the rest of my career.
It's not that I don't find it interesting, it's just that it doesn't really engage me and I know the drive I have when I'm truly engaged in something. But at this point in my life, I can't afford to be self-indulgent about what I do for a living. The job is nice, well-paid, not too stressful and the reality is that we have a big mortgage and I really want to have kids (after almost 7 years of marriage) so now isn't the time to push for a career-change.
And you know what else?
I don't actually know what I want to do when I grow up.
What I *do* want to do is think about my life, talk about my life, write about the things I enjoy doing and what I'm passionate about and maybe, somehow, I'll figure out what I want to be.
And so - Hello.
I'm looking forward to writing a lot more here.
But I miss writing.
It's one of my many creative outlets and I really need those to balance out the everyday routine with other things.
Having moments to write, or sing, or dance, or (what else do I like doing?) cook, or garden or read or watch one of those movies-that-make-you-think can change a person. It makes them stop, literally smell roses, reflect, grow, and whatever gardening references you wish to add here.
At the risk of sounded cliched, I think I'm writing more for me this time round. My first ventures into blogging were exaggerated versions of me. I was writing for an audience - to entertain. I like entertaining people and I certainly have my various personas - as everyone does - but I want to just write and not necessarily try to amuse or shock.
If you don't recognise the title of this blog, it's the name of a Kate Bush song. Ah, my beloved Kate who I have listened to since I was a 15-year-old completely obsessed with Wuthering Heights. I'm still that girl - just with a lot more cynicism added! It's not my favourite Kate song, but I do like the image of the Rubberband Girl, who knows how to bend, adapt and bounce back.
But before I keep rambling, let me introduce myself.
I'm a 30-something wife with a lovely house in a leafy suburb, I have an adorable, energetic husband who is the joy of my life, I like cooking, growing flowers and veggies in my huge garden which we share with our two chickens, I love to belly dance, sing, play the piano and violin and I have a job which I don't even want to write about here.
Okay, I should write something about it because it's a big part of my life, but here's all I'll say. I like my job but it's not what I really want to do for the rest of my career.
It's not that I don't find it interesting, it's just that it doesn't really engage me and I know the drive I have when I'm truly engaged in something. But at this point in my life, I can't afford to be self-indulgent about what I do for a living. The job is nice, well-paid, not too stressful and the reality is that we have a big mortgage and I really want to have kids (after almost 7 years of marriage) so now isn't the time to push for a career-change.
And you know what else?
I don't actually know what I want to do when I grow up.
What I *do* want to do is think about my life, talk about my life, write about the things I enjoy doing and what I'm passionate about and maybe, somehow, I'll figure out what I want to be.
And so - Hello.
I'm looking forward to writing a lot more here.