I always tend to pick the less obvious choices because I’m afraid of being like everyone else. But that makes me like everyone else who thinks the same way doesn’t it? But sometimes the obvious choices are obvious for a reason and the less obvious turns out to be the harder one that takes more time and effort which sucks when it’s something you just want to get over and done with. But while it’s nice when decisions turn out to be easy when you need them to be, some times you miss learning from the mistakes you didn’t make, couldn’t make, because you weren’t there.
Been feeling super inspired of late, decided to take up music again. Have kind of forgotten how much I used to enjoy it (really) even though I had to be bribed to take exams and forced to attend classes when I was a kid. But in between those moments when I get my own time and space I actually get a lot out of having a go at the piano.. when no one’s looking ;) So I signed up for an eight week adventure, and it starts next Thursday :)
Have been thinking of KL a lot since I got back to Sydney. I know I miss home but as expected once I’m back in the groove here things are back to normal. Almost! If anything else that week in KL has reminded me why I cannot be a social recluse. Haven’t felt this good in ages! Although I suspect a certain someone has something to do with it, it is amazing that getting your head into the right gear can have a positive domino effect on the other bits of your life. It really is an incredibly simple concept of surrounding yourself with less negative and more positive energy. And much of that comes from the people around you – always remember life is a two-way street! x
Today I had a great lunch with some people I’ve only known for a week but feels like forever.
Tomorrow I will have a million choices at my disposal, and bed is best hopped into with anticipation for there is nothing that feels better than knowing tomorrow can be better than today.
Thanks for the laughs and for letting me know, not in words but in sub-conscious responses, that no matter which ground I walk on no one is really ever alone.
It’s the second day of winter, but the sun was out this afternoon. I had lunch at a little deli that makes the best sandwiches this side of town while reading the last book in the fantasy series I’ve picked up recently. I’m reading it with utmost reluctance – after nine books the story has to end and I have grown fond of the colourful characters I’ve been getting to know for the past couple of months.. but I know when I pick up another book I will almost immediately be immersed in another world, and this one will cease to exist.
Much like some things in life.
As I lay in bed I take into account the little things – my room door is now a lovely blue colour instead of the stark black it used to be. My bedroom is still in a state of adamant disarray, as if defying the fact that I have left it absent for eight months. My books no longer sit on my bookshelf, instead they now lay in stacks of boxes, making it impossible to locate one that I made a point to come back for. Yet nothing has really changed. The little black frame with little rosebuds arranged in a heart shape, a gift from my best friend more than a decade ago, still hangs next to the light switch. On the top shelf, the Absolut bottles I used to collect are now gone, but my cocktail shaker still sits there by itself. The pink and black circles I painted on the wall to cover the floor-to-ceiling mural I painted in high school still float quietly on three coats of white. Then I realise that my apartment in Sydney looks a lot like my room but instead of the bright fuchsia that dominates my room, I’ve picked a bolder version of it instead: red. Is this a metaphor of different stages of my life? I realise now what has been bugging me since coming back – it is not the city that has changed, it is I.
