They say (who are They? I always wonder) that writing can be a spiritual practice, equal in terms of healing and finding peace to meditation. As I am totally crap at meditation, I’ve been trying to write every day. My scribbles are in notebooks, in various programs (750words, Penzu etc.) and in One Note. It has somehow escaped my notice that I have a perfectly good blog I could write my shit on if I didn’t worry about being profound every time I pulled up the “Add New Post” screen.
So … for the ten billionth time … I’m abandoning my essays on finding happiness and my updates about only the most significant things in my life and I’m going back to using this space as a journal.
Which means, dear reader, you are about to bombarded with posts about the small insignificant details of my not very interesting life. I know that this is more than likely certain death for my blog, but I don’t care. I’m a humble woman with a brain that never shuts up so I’m going to share whether you like it or not. (Unsubscribers — do your worst!)
What happens to my blog when I die? If I don’t keep renewing my domain name and paying my hosting service my blog will disappear or at least revert back to when it was hosted on WordPress. I guess if I’m dead I won’t care will I?
This afternoon I went to see Miss Supervisor about supervising my PhD next year. My appointment was a 2pm. She wasn’t in her office and she didn’t turn up during the half hour that I waited. Once I would have been horribly angry. Today, all I am worried about is that she doesn’t feel too bad for letting me down. At least I got dressed, did my hair and got out of the house. That in itself makes today a good day.
Last night I went down to the beach to take a photo of the full moon. It’s not actually a full moon until tonight but lucky I did because tonight the sky is full of clouds.
I love living here so much that it doesn’t matter that it’s a one hour bus trip to the city to see someone who doesn’t show up!
When Duckfish and I were in the city the other weekend, we went to a salon. He had his hair cut and then shouted me a cut and blowdry AND waited while I had it done. My hair is still the same length but has a few more face framing layers. No one has ever bought me a hairdo before. He’s a keeper that one.
Here’s a photo where my hair looks blue and my face looks weird …
(Do not read if you’re a man or don’t like TMI about lady bits)
My period arrived yesterday. Now I know that my menstruating days are numbered, I greet the “time of the month” with gratitude and appreciation. It turns out that what the doctors thought was a dodgy appendix at the end of April was actually a ruptured ovarian cyst. Thankfully, after a couple of months of stabbing abdominal and back pain and an unscheduled period in the middle of everything, things have gone back to normal. I am happy that my lady bits are working properly again, at least for the time being.
So …what’s up with you? Do you think about the future of your blog once you’re dead? Has someone stood you up? Did you see the full moon? Have you had a good hair day lately? How are your lady bits? Do you hate reading mundane shit on blogs?
Come on … spill it in the comments …