Christmas Day.
Not been the most eventful of days on the surface, opened presents and watched TV mostly, the evening was interesting, skyped the boyfriend where I encountered his entire family, and we played Mr and Mrs, and we won even though I wasn't physically there! Testament to our relationship I think! And have followed it up with a nice deep conversation via text.
Which got me thinking. As you get older you start to view 'family' differently, it starts to extend beyond your actual relatives to friends and in this case your other half and their family. I have a couple, or even one maybe, very very close friend/s who I can see as being a life long friend and if they weren't I'd be pretty upset. So in a sense they are considered 'family'. But once you get even older, which in this case I mean 30ish and if you have a long term partner, they are your family, even if you never have children or the like it's still your own personal family that you made.
To me thats the best, because its the family you choose yourself. And I believe I've already found it. Which makes me super happy because I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm just lucky to have found that person very young.
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Saturday, 15 December 2012
The Blank Page.
A blank page.
A blank page is something special. While it never stays blank for long it’s something which has the most potential. You present yourself with a blank page and you can do anything with it. Fill it with any concoction of words that you choose.
It could be a poem about love, a short story about the distant land or simply a letter to a friend. It can be anything you want it to be. In this particular case it’s a philosophical rambling about a blank page.
A blank page can be daunting, starting from scratch but if you consider all the possible things you could place onto that page it would be long until you find inspiration.
So I’m paying homage to the blank page. The thing which assists creativity and promotes imagination. Because without a blank page, where would you begin?
A blank page is something special. While it never stays blank for long it’s something which has the most potential. You present yourself with a blank page and you can do anything with it. Fill it with any concoction of words that you choose.
It could be a poem about love, a short story about the distant land or simply a letter to a friend. It can be anything you want it to be. In this particular case it’s a philosophical rambling about a blank page.
A blank page can be daunting, starting from scratch but if you consider all the possible things you could place onto that page it would be long until you find inspiration.
So I’m paying homage to the blank page. The thing which assists creativity and promotes imagination. Because without a blank page, where would you begin?
Friday, 7 December 2012
My mind's been a bit scattered lately and I've been sitting for the best part of an hour trying to work it out.
As always at the minute it all comes down to relationships - you may think when you're single that being in a relationship would be the best thing - and while you would be right it still comes with its difficulties.
While me and my other half have been having a good time lately, bickering to a minimum and having a nice time things will always play on you're mind.
Some might say this is what I get for being so serious about the relationship, that I should just have fun and not think about the future, but I've always been someone who thinks about the future - a lot. You're futures become intwined with each others when you get that serious and you have to not only think about what you want to do but what the other person wants to do, and of course be willing to sacrafice, which I am.
I worry about the future. I am easily unsettled by not knowing what I'll be doing in a couple of years time - which I don't. I have my own plan but I don't have 'our' plan. Not that I'd rush him to make any decisions - it's my issue not his, I just have an overactive mind and unstable emotions.
I think another contributing factor is I've gotten really bad at being on my own - me and my boyfriend basically live together in the sense that we stay together every night other than when he is away on some weekends. The only difference between us now and living together is we don't shower in the same place or cook. And I've gotten very used to this - to minimal alone time and seeing someone almost every minute which I've come to like. I don't do so well if I'm left on my own for long. So when he does go away I find it very hard - I'm on my own for three days and two nights - I won't lie I do hope that he misses me enough to re-think the army but I try to not get my hopes up too much, and obviously he wouldn't base such a big decision on me, many other factors come into play.
Anyway I'm starting to ramble - here's a picture of me and my boyfriend - he'd probably kill me if he knew I'd written this!
As always at the minute it all comes down to relationships - you may think when you're single that being in a relationship would be the best thing - and while you would be right it still comes with its difficulties.
While me and my other half have been having a good time lately, bickering to a minimum and having a nice time things will always play on you're mind.
Some might say this is what I get for being so serious about the relationship, that I should just have fun and not think about the future, but I've always been someone who thinks about the future - a lot. You're futures become intwined with each others when you get that serious and you have to not only think about what you want to do but what the other person wants to do, and of course be willing to sacrafice, which I am.
I worry about the future. I am easily unsettled by not knowing what I'll be doing in a couple of years time - which I don't. I have my own plan but I don't have 'our' plan. Not that I'd rush him to make any decisions - it's my issue not his, I just have an overactive mind and unstable emotions.
I think another contributing factor is I've gotten really bad at being on my own - me and my boyfriend basically live together in the sense that we stay together every night other than when he is away on some weekends. The only difference between us now and living together is we don't shower in the same place or cook. And I've gotten very used to this - to minimal alone time and seeing someone almost every minute which I've come to like. I don't do so well if I'm left on my own for long. So when he does go away I find it very hard - I'm on my own for three days and two nights - I won't lie I do hope that he misses me enough to re-think the army but I try to not get my hopes up too much, and obviously he wouldn't base such a big decision on me, many other factors come into play.
Anyway I'm starting to ramble - here's a picture of me and my boyfriend - he'd probably kill me if he knew I'd written this!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)