Wednesday, 7 May 2014
It's no big deal, really. As my wise grandmother once said in response to my other gran bemoaning their advancing years: "I prefer ageing to the other option". Give me life while there is life to be had!
But a milestone birthday has made me think about my life, and what I do with it.
Over the past six or so years I have embraced my creative side in fits and starts, with varying levels of intensity, confidence, and success, but always with a desire to continue. Over the past year or two I have become increasingly stifled working in a career that does not suit me and does not reflect my interests or ethos in life.
A milestone seems like a good time to redress the balance. My notice has been handed in. I am looking for work that will be more fulfilling. It is a little scary, but it is exciting, and the world is full of possibility for me to create something more fitting with the fabric of my life.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Sunday, 5 August 2012
But, as I say, I hadn't got a ticket, and although I would most certainly be watching on TV (although I hadn't predicted quite how addicted I would get to watching it...!) I wouldn't be in the ground or in any of the stadia.
Life, though, can be unpredictable: out of the blue we were contacted by British Airways, who were looking to talk to bloggers about their sponsorship of the 2012 Games. Their team took us to their hospitality centre and on to watch the men's Water Polo (which is a bit like rugby in water, it turns out - brutal but impressive!), and we went on to watch the Park Live big screens BA have put up in the Olympic Park. There have been some ridiculous things related to sponsors this Olympics (LOCOG not allowing any non-sponsors to publish certain words?? Seriously, guys?!) but the passion and support for the Games and for Team GB from the British Airways people we met was real enough, and none of their seats appeared to be empty. But then, since I was one of the people filling them I suppose I would say that!
We were lucky enough to be in the Park again, watching on the Park Live screens, during most of Super Saturday, soaking up the amazing atmosphere. London has been brilliant this Olympiad and I'm really proud to be a Londoner welcoming the world here. Hopefully we'll manage to see some more Team GB Gold medals today. WOOP!
Monday, 9 July 2012
This wonderful word, which I had never heard of before this morning, would probably sum up our holiday...
Other beautiful, and beautifully illustrated words can be found here:
Monday, 2 July 2012
Slightly over a month since beginning the Coast to Coast walk, and nearly three weeks since completing it, my feet are not quite back to normal, my tan lines haven’t yet faded, and although I’m not waking up naturally at 6am with a body ready to start walking I am not entirely used to the pace of life back in London.
I love the city, and although our lives are almost ridiculously busy, I would have said before this trip that it would be many, many years until I am ready to leave it for somewhere quieter. Walking through beautiful countryside, and meeting many wonderful people may have changed that slightly –I still don’t want to move out of London (I would miss the buzz and the cultural diversity far too much) but I am much less of a townie at heart than I had thought.
Other things I learnt on my holiday:
- I dislike being lost on the moors.
- Compasses that work are preferable to those that don’t, particularly when lost on the moors.
- You can never –NEVER –have too many Compeed with you.
- Waterproof boots are a must.
- You can quickly get used to carrying a heavy pack every day, but don’t expect your knees to appreciate it.
- Having an end goal in common can bring people together, and over a few nights in various pubs turn them into friends.
- Two man tents are really only made for very small people with no bags.
- Noodles are an acceptable food to have for any meal of the day.
- Underestimating how far 200 miles is to walk is very easy, but finding that you are capable of it is incredibly satisfying.
- When on a holiday, if the other people also carrying all their stuff with them and camping are doing it for charity, it might not be as relaxing as you had originally thought…
- When coming back from a holiday, if your friends congratulate you for making it back ok, they think you are mad.
- Cumbria and North Yorkshire are incredibly beautiful, and I will be back.