The internet is both weird and wonderful. I love how we can connect with people and ideas and serendipitous happenings that lead us to other beautiful experiences. It has its downfalls but I cannot fathom its potential richness...and now I am rambling and waxing lyrical about it.
Perhaps it is time to say goodnight.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Ad Nauseum
Today I feel sick. I know that it's not the most auspicious start to a post but...well there is hopefully a greater theme to emerge in later lines.
How can we truthfully know when things, routine things, or whatever, become so tedious, frustrating and limiting that we know that we have to give them up (for our greater wellbeing). At what point does advent, addiction or adoration become ad nauseum? When do we know that things have run their course, especially if we are attached to them or committed to them? It's hard not to let feeling or what feels like 'greater' judgement get the better of us, refusing to believe that what we are doing is hindering us, becoming an impediment so huge and hampering that it is preventing positive change and manifestation. Clouds imparing our vision. Head in the sand. How do we know?
And then sometimes things run their course 'naturally' and we move on, unwillingly or not. Today, having come home from work early, I watched the latter half of "You've got mail" and Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) is forced out of her own business, a business that she adores, by the charming Joe Fox (Tom Hanks). Despite this being the end of her world as she knows it, it proves to be exactly what she need to serendipitously lead her to a better place and a fulfilling love. "'I wanted it to be you..." Superb. Anyhow, my point is that there are somethings that, in the last few years, months, weeks, have run their course and breaking from them is proving difficult. Perhaps only time will tell.
So wavering, albeit industriously and consistently, between stomach wrentching nausea to stress-induced ad nauseum, I wonder what the next couple of weeks holds and, perhaps this blog will offer advice just like 'NYC152' does to 'ShopGirl.' Sorry for the incoherent psycho-babble. It's been a long day.
How can we truthfully know when things, routine things, or whatever, become so tedious, frustrating and limiting that we know that we have to give them up (for our greater wellbeing). At what point does advent, addiction or adoration become ad nauseum? When do we know that things have run their course, especially if we are attached to them or committed to them? It's hard not to let feeling or what feels like 'greater' judgement get the better of us, refusing to believe that what we are doing is hindering us, becoming an impediment so huge and hampering that it is preventing positive change and manifestation. Clouds imparing our vision. Head in the sand. How do we know?
And then sometimes things run their course 'naturally' and we move on, unwillingly or not. Today, having come home from work early, I watched the latter half of "You've got mail" and Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) is forced out of her own business, a business that she adores, by the charming Joe Fox (Tom Hanks). Despite this being the end of her world as she knows it, it proves to be exactly what she need to serendipitously lead her to a better place and a fulfilling love. "'I wanted it to be you..." Superb. Anyhow, my point is that there are somethings that, in the last few years, months, weeks, have run their course and breaking from them is proving difficult. Perhaps only time will tell.
So wavering, albeit industriously and consistently, between stomach wrentching nausea to stress-induced ad nauseum, I wonder what the next couple of weeks holds and, perhaps this blog will offer advice just like 'NYC152' does to 'ShopGirl.' Sorry for the incoherent psycho-babble. It's been a long day.
Friday, 4 February 2011
I guess that I would have to say....I'm a writer or "Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own" -Carol Burnett
Although I realise that this is my second post in under ten minutes, I have to write it.
I just read some of my older posts and I can only smile. I guess that I just have to continue to write, even if only for myself. Afterall, I am yet to have any followers on this blog- I can't blame anyone, it's been boring, it still probably is. But one day it might just be better, or more than better.
I'm glad I have some semblence of a diary from back then. Now I know that my words, my wit existed and, as such, so did I.
I'm going to have to re-learn how to change the colour of the text in these posts. I cannot for the life of me remember.
I just read some of my older posts and I can only smile. I guess that I just have to continue to write, even if only for myself. Afterall, I am yet to have any followers on this blog- I can't blame anyone, it's been boring, it still probably is. But one day it might just be better, or more than better.
I'm glad I have some semblence of a diary from back then. Now I know that my words, my wit existed and, as such, so did I.
I'm going to have to re-learn how to change the colour of the text in these posts. I cannot for the life of me remember.
*Stars*
"Up above the world so high..."
Things are changing. Multifaceted; never the same day-on-day, even when we just blink.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star...
Things are changing. Multifaceted; never the same day-on-day, even when we just blink.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star...
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