It’s when you stop, that’s when it all starts.
Happy Tuesday… I’m currently enjoying my last Tuesday of unemployment until the new job starts on Friday.
With the sun shining and the garden to myself, I was all ready to put some words to WordPress. And then I went to plug in my laptop charger. Of course, it was broken. And of course, my laptop was lagging in battery life. But nevermind (a quick visit to Amazon means a replacement is on its way), I shall just be stuck to typing on the phone instead. So apologies in advance for the multitude of mistakes that will undoubtedly appear!
Anyways, this isn’t a post about my laptop’s battery (or lack of). I wanted to sit and write and share.
I moved back from London to my hometown in Yorkshire, where I lived for 18years and where my first ideas of the world formed, around a month ago. And it’s nice.
If you told me three years ago when I was packing my bags for the Big City that I would be back here, I would never have believed you. But that’s the thing with life, it’s constantly changing.
This always unnerves me a little bit.
It’s just a simply brilliant way to illustrate the time we have on this planet through jelly beans.
Watch, and then answer: what would you do with your last jelly bean?
Heck. I’m a terrible blogger.
Last post was in June. Oops. Life happened!
A lovely frivolous post about… my hair (because why not?).
I was chuffed with the end result (more on that later), but I was also chuffed to spend some time in the shop.
Isn’t it funny how you can concoct so many ideas of reality in your head without even leaving the house?
A trait I’m sure you enjoy more when you are younger: when long days in the summer are filled with dreams of what you could do, fantasises of who you will be, where you will live and what you will see.
Ideas would flit in and out about what your life should be when you grow up, when you are a grown up. Ideas of how you are meant to live life.
“What do you like about writing?”
“Breaking the rules.”