I’ve been doing a bit of soul-searching. I can’t tell you how many times I have read that sentence in other blogs but hey, I think deep down, that’s what us bloggers ultimately are: soul-searchers.
I also don’t want to write, “hello, my name is Kat and it’s been over two weeks since my last blog post,” even though it’s true (see how I cunningly managed to sneak that in there).
Don’t you just hate it when life pops up like a fart (excuse the very Greek expression) and gets in the way of your thoroughly thought-out plans? Life took my To-Do list, held it up to my face, ripped it to smithereens and threw it in the air like confetti whilst manically laughing. Life took my Filofax and pooed right in between November and December. Pooed. Ha, ha. Funny word written down, that. Pooed! Ha, ha!
What is everyone’s views on quitting the day job to pursue one’s dream (think: The Alchemist)? Would that be the epitome of irresponsibility? I have one of those day jobs that take over your “life” and that any sensible person would call a career. But no, not I.
In between working and exercising, I can’t say I’ve been up to much apart from being chased by a mugger in broad daylight who luckily for me was high on meth and couldn’t run or see straight giving me a slight advantage and the ability to escape. It’s only fair to mention and thank the buxom lady on the motorcycle who took the time to stop and warn me of said mugger’s behaviour (apparently he’d been trailing me for a while but I’m a surprisingly fast walker so there were several failed bag-swiping attempts).
Due to me still being in possession of my bag and purse (thanks to my guardian angel on a scooter) I booked my holiday getaway to Canada over Christmas and New Years with a very merry Christmas stop-over in Philadelphia where I will get to see my beloved and much missed friends (consisting of a big guy, a cop, two nut-cases and a bunch of kids, including one with pink hair and another one with glasses who gives out free massages to anyone who knows the magic password: “Oh, what a day”). I’m also looking forward to downing Real American Egg Nog (as opposed to the stuff I attempted to make last year, failed miserably, but drank anyway).
Then I will be on my jolly, probably still drunk, way to Montreal where further booze (important question: do they have egg nog in Canada?) and the snowy ski slopes await me and my snowboarding skills.
As far as writing goes I’ve done a lot of it… for other people. Story of my life. Book and screenplay, I love you and I will get round to paying you the attention you deserve and finishing you off one of these days, I promise. Hang in there. Don’t give up on me.
I’ll leave you with the words of the day: Pooed, Smithereens and Real American Egg Nog.
(photo credit www.ffrecipes.com)