It's good to talk

Right, so what random ramblings are going round in my head today?

It's good to talk. Seriously it is. I think sometimes we can get far to lost in our own heads. The smallest of things can be blown up into all manner of over the top proportions and over exaggeration by our synapses.

Like last night I was getting myself into such a tizz about the daftest thing. In fact it wasnt even a thing - there was no problem. But such is the inner workings of my mind all I could think was "blah blah blah!" Anyway walking to the station with Kirsty, had a bit of a rambling rant and immediatly felt better. The more I was saying stuff out loud the more ridiculous I realised I was sounding. This combined with Kirsty being possibly one of the worlds best listeners and always knowing what to say really helped! I left the office with my brain being all fried and got to the tube smiling and forgetting about my "non-problem"

Anyways point is - dont allow yourself to get lost in your head. Human beings are designed to be communicative. We need to let all that shit pour out of our heads and ideally into the arms of a friend who can ball it up and throw it away. And then we feel better. Promise.

Which is why I am always here to listen. I know that more often than not you wont need a response or a solution or even a reason to why your feeling like that - you just need to unload. Feel free to come to me to unload whenever you want. Promise!

Hehe my sister did just that today and I could tell how much better she felt after getting everything off her chest. I love my little sister! (I wonder if she reads this? hehe)

I had something else I was going to witter on about....oh yeah!

I've worked out why I procrastinate so much at work. Its because it requires me to think. I know that sounds daft but to sit at a desk and have to write a letter or a plan or web copy or something else that requires a spark of creativity is really frickin hard if your not in that frame of mind. Now I know there are a lot of talented people out there (many of whom I know read this blog!) who have this amazing capability to write. I always need to work hard to make my brain focussed unless I'm feeling particullarly inspired. And I normally feel most like writing when I feel like I'm speaking to someone. Hence epic length posts and blog entries.

I'm not a slack worker. When I did jobs where I had to "do" something (serve food, take tickets etc etc) I worked my damn ass off. And when I have a task I need to "do" at work I like clearing out the stock cupboard or such I relish it. I like being physical and having something to do with my hands. Maybe its because I have so much energy at the moment. I bet when I come back from America and end up working in retail or something I'll be wishing I was back behind a desk with the chance to be creative.

As a good friend says to me:

The glass is always greener on the other slide!

And on that note I'm off to attempt to stop procrastinating.

Much love people!

The Flying Alarm Clock

As anyone who even vaguley knows me will tell you - I dont do mornings! If I need to be out the door at 9 I will roll out of bed at 8:45 and run out the door at 9:05 with odd shoes shoving toast in my mouth.

Ok that might be a slight exageration but I was thinking "Hmm maybe it would be nice to be able to take my time in the shower, have a cup of tea, make my lunch and maybe even get to work on time"

And its not like I dont try. My old phone has 6 (6!) different alarms going off at varying intervals from 7:30 - 8:30. I dont even acknolwedge it until the third or fourth one....

So when Kirsty (the queen of finding all manner of marvalous things online!) suggested getting one of these I  thought it was a FANTASTIC idea!

I was quite chuffed actually, I ordered it on Monday and it came yesterday! So much for "5 working days" - result!

Bascially you set the alarm, then not only does it goe off with a mega loud siren sound but you cant turn it off until you find the lil propeller thing that goes flying off somewhere.

So my mum mananged to get it working (I get frustrated with tiny screws and fiddly buttons, I end up wanting to throw the damn thing across the room). And BOY does it work. Not only was I awoken to a siren but the wind from the thing taking off blew in my face too. I spent 10 minutes looking for the damn propeller (had to shove the base unit under a pillow so as not to wake the whole of East London) only to find it on the blooming bed!

But yeah it works. Now if only it could also remind me to not forget my lunch dispite being up 2 hours before I needed to leave the house...

Smiling

I want to hear about all the random, happy little things that make you smile. The more random the better.

I started playing this game with Alaya the other day. It started because I randomly emailed her "I hate..." and then we started compiling lists of things that were pissing us off/upsetting us. Then I decided that was much to negative a game for a Monday morning and changed it to things that were making me smile.

So here we go things currently making me smile:

• A simple message (or not so simple) that brightens my entire day
• Having girlie chats with my sister
• Eating Fish and Chips and not feeling guilty about it
• Emailing my randomness to Alaya throughout the day
• Texting my randomness to Nat
• The GORGEOUS purple and pink sunset we had this evening
• That I'm leaving work in 15minutes
• That when I get home from work I'm going to be on the phone
• The trip is close to having all the details finalised and then I can book it!
• Wondering what other people are going to comment that makes them smile

So go go go! Comment away and make others smile too!

PS: Even The Guardian today is giving us reasons to smile!

Choose Life!

Sent the obligatory "I will be leaving..." email out today. Had some really nice messages come back. Reading emails from people saying that they'll miss me is really sad. I briefly wondered if I was doing a smart thing.

Then I remember all the rubbish I've had to deal with here, how unbelivably excited I am to be coming to the states and the fact that I'm living the dream man!

I'm not subjecting myself to the "social norms" I belive the wonder of Ewan McGregor (actually the very talented writer but still its Ewans voice I hear that told us to Choose. I Choose Life baby! Maybe not in the same way as Renton. I'd rather avoid strange hallucinations of babies crawling across my ceiling (By the way if anyones not seen Trainspotting you must go and rent it immediatly!)

But yeah to sum up:

Choose smiles

Choose doing something scary

Choose telling the boss to shove it

Choose making new friends

Choose taking a risk and giving your heart to someone

Choose laughing until it hurts.

And most of all Choose Life!

This is not a dress rehearsal - this is the real thing. So go and live it. It's never to late to start and its never to early to stop.

Thats my truth and I plan on living by it!