2008/2009.
Yet again, I start by thinking how long it's been since I last wrote. It's funny, I'm not even sure why. I suppose it was really because the last half of 2008 was busy as busy could be, and I found I barely had time to do the washing, let alone write pointless crap. Instead, I wrote lists of things I wanted to write about, promising myself that when I found the time, I would write, but, I never did. School, Christmas, New Years; it all threw itself upon us and before you could say 'resolution', 2009 and new exams were here.
2009 started brilliantly. It started in ways I hope are attached to the rest of my life, and was a perfectly serene evening, minus the fireworks, which, when viewed from the 5th floor, are quite literally in your face. I loved it. 2009...what will it bring. It started in a rush, a bit like a lot of 2008. Yet now, in February, after a 3 week trip away from everything and (almost) everyone, things are finally back on course.
I think the past 3 weeks made me realise a lot of things. How can I put it...they made me reassess things. Things I do, and the ways I go about them. It was so unbelievably good to get away from everything. Put some serious physical distance between you and your world. To not have access to the Internet for 3 weeks! Bizarrely enough, this was probably the one thing that made the biggest difference. The two times I did log on, only made me worry, and think about things that made no difference whatsoever. Why bother. I'm surprised to admit to myself that I had no trouble giving up my virtual links. My mail, my Facebook, my sites; the whole shebang. If anything, I was desperate to. God how I hate how dependant we, I've, become on the Internet. Of course, it wasn't just that. It's everything. Life. It builds up and builds up and sometimes it's just so wonderful to have a dramatic change of scene. When you get back, sure, it's a bit of a slap in the face, but it's brilliant to go back to what you were doing before, but without feeling all the pressure. In fact, where did that pressure come from in the first place? It's a little late, but the past 3 weeks have made me realise my New Year's resolution; to relax. To take my own advice and realise that everything really will be OK. Life's not about stress and pressure. I have a lot going for me. I should concentrate on that, on the good things, and let the bad shit just slide over me (not literally). Don't bite off more than you can chew, etc etc etc. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that so far, this year is pointing in the right direction. I hope it stays that way. I love it.
2009 started brilliantly. It started in ways I hope are attached to the rest of my life, and was a perfectly serene evening, minus the fireworks, which, when viewed from the 5th floor, are quite literally in your face. I loved it. 2009...what will it bring. It started in a rush, a bit like a lot of 2008. Yet now, in February, after a 3 week trip away from everything and (almost) everyone, things are finally back on course.
I think the past 3 weeks made me realise a lot of things. How can I put it...they made me reassess things. Things I do, and the ways I go about them. It was so unbelievably good to get away from everything. Put some serious physical distance between you and your world. To not have access to the Internet for 3 weeks! Bizarrely enough, this was probably the one thing that made the biggest difference. The two times I did log on, only made me worry, and think about things that made no difference whatsoever. Why bother. I'm surprised to admit to myself that I had no trouble giving up my virtual links. My mail, my Facebook, my sites; the whole shebang. If anything, I was desperate to. God how I hate how dependant we, I've, become on the Internet. Of course, it wasn't just that. It's everything. Life. It builds up and builds up and sometimes it's just so wonderful to have a dramatic change of scene. When you get back, sure, it's a bit of a slap in the face, but it's brilliant to go back to what you were doing before, but without feeling all the pressure. In fact, where did that pressure come from in the first place? It's a little late, but the past 3 weeks have made me realise my New Year's resolution; to relax. To take my own advice and realise that everything really will be OK. Life's not about stress and pressure. I have a lot going for me. I should concentrate on that, on the good things, and let the bad shit just slide over me (not literally). Don't bite off more than you can chew, etc etc etc. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that so far, this year is pointing in the right direction. I hope it stays that way. I love it.