Wednesday 7 May 2014

Timey wimey

Imagine that we could go back in our own timeline and make small changes - nothing too life altering but those small things that really fudge up the day.  Everything would probably be all wibbly wobbly and timey wimey but at least we would have a few less stress head days.  I'm mostly happy, I say mostly because it is usually those little annoying frustrationary things that make me SIGH and unfortunately I am wired to react big styley to them.  That being moaned about, I am a great believer in the idea that the choices we make map out our fate - it's a two pronged existence.  A bit like those books we all used to read which had you telling the story depending on the decisions you made, I loved those.  I'd go back over and over, living out all the different options so I'd know exactly what would happen in each scenario.  I think that is what I dislike most about life.  There is no 'what if I did that instead' button and no way of knowing if what you chose was the right choice.  Or even if there is a right choice.  I bet some deity somewhere is laughing their pants off right about now.

Stephen King infamously said that if you want to write you must read everything you can get your hands on and you must write yourself, everyday.  I think I've got the reading as much as I possibly can with a 9 month old sorted but the writing ... well... I think this blog is testament to the fact that I have had no time to write. Not even a smattering of random thoughts on a bimonthly basis but it is good to have unachievable goals in life and I still want to be a writer when I grow up.  All the successful people in life say if you want something bad enough you'll find a way to get it so with a jaunty whistle I pick up my pen and... the baby says 'nap time is over Mummy' smiley face smiley face.

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