Oh, my Gawd!
It's been almost FOUR MONTHS since I posted on here. If you felt a tremor in the force this morning, it's cos when I realised this, I shook my head so violently from the sheer incredulity, it probably caused a ripple effect through the space time continuum. That's how incredulous am I. How did that even happen? Where did the flippin time go?
What even is 'time' anymore?
Retracing my steps...my last entry was posted on NYE. I was feeling rather blasé and downright cynical about the whole "new year, new leaf" thing. As if some arbitrary date could actually motivate a person to step up their efforts to do All The Things. New Things. Different Things. Life Changing Things. The niggling things that had been sitting on the back-burner for the entirety of 2020.
I was so smug about it, I made a REEL POST on Instagram to that effect.
And yet, it has to be said. I have actually stepped up my efforts to do at least some of The Things! Irony much? I've upped my rants and reels output on instagram - not to mention my weekly salute to Kate Bush. This coming week is week 23. You'll notice on my SPOTIFY PLAYLIST there are 22 songs as of today - Monday. There will be more this week. The 'missing' song, is 'Under the Ivy'. It was the B-Side to Running Up that Hill. If anyone knows someone who has found it on Spotify please let me know so I can add it.
What else did I do. OH YEAH... >>>>>
What's the saying: "be careful what you wish for"? You may recall that at the end of October I posted a blog about the fact that I could literally smell change in the air. Then, two weeks later, because the unemployment situation is kicking everyone's ass at the moment, I was suddenly moving house. I talk about the whys and wherefores in episode 13, 'Good Will Hunter', which was recorded right in the midst of it all. And because of the chaos, it ended up being one of the most candid, off-the-cuff and unvarnished podcasts yet. I finally feel like I've settled into this gig and am more able to experiment and allow myself to be truly spontaneous and vulnerable. While the story I shared (narrated), was a story I'd shared in print a decade ago, the emotions really, REALLY hit me, when reading it. I was really taken aback just how immersive the experience was for me. It was tempting to collect myself and re-record the emotional bits, but I preferred to see this experience as a gift to be shared. I don't have a huge following but some folx have followed from the very beginning - every step of the way - so, thinking about it that way, we've been in a relationship for six months now. It's ok to share a few tears. Dang it all to heck, (pardon my French) it's gotta be expected by now!