I’m the kind of person that has never been able to understand it when someone says to me “Oh, I don’t read”. The concept has always been unfathomable to me. Anyone who can read, does read, probably everyday – unless they’re trapped in a dark room somewhere with no glow-in-the-dark EXIT sign, and we should probably send help.
Changes in Appearance
As some of you may have noticed, my blog has undergone a bit of a make-over. I am over the moon that I decided to change things up a bit. It’s more me now. Before, I was attempting to emulate blogs that I have seen and taking advice from people as to how my blog should look. I liked it it a lot for a while and I was happy with it staying as it was. Until I stared at it for a while and realised I didn’t really love it as much as I should. It wasn’t authentically me. There’s a lot more pink, but as anyone who knows me will tell you, I have an underlying obsession with pink.
Throughout some of the chaos that we call life, I have also managed to decorate my desk and do some cleaning (okay it only stayed that way for about 5 seconds but I’m working on it) which is something that gave me a lovely sense of peace with myself. My room has also transformed from being a mismatched mess to a slightly more put together mess.
This evening my parents and I watched the movie Nerve. It has one of my all time favourite actresses as the main lead (Emma Roberts), so naturally it was on my list of To Be Watched.
I don’t want to spoil anything but the movie had a few concepts in there that I want to discuss.
Willows and Wanderings
Life without wi-fi is proving to be a bit difficult (especially when it comes to updating my blog regularly), however I have had plenty of time to reread some old books and a start on a few new ones. I’ve also had my fair share of adventures and outings. Overall, the Christmas holidays turned out better than I expected.
The Slow Movement
I am finally back home in South Africa for the holidays and time is still a mystery. It flies when you want more of it and stands still at the most inconvenient moments. Sometimes I think that Time lets his children play around with the seconds and minutes and then they become muddled and out of sync.
Making a difference
Can I just say that life keeps surprising me. In so many good and bad ways. Today I mostly want to talk about the amazing ways. There is an ultimate design and my soul can feel it. Maybe my soul has known it all along, and my conscious mind is only now becoming aware.
Remember, Remember, the 5th of November…
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
As some people may know, the quote in the title is from V for Vendetta, a movie that I should really watch again (I also hear there is a book, so that is going on the To Read List). If you don’t recognise the name, I am sure you will know V’s mask when you see it. It has been a popular identifier for the hacker collective known as Anonymous, with a few others using it for their own entertainment.
Is there such a thing as too much thinking? I think there is. For the past few months I have been feeling slightly overwhelmed by they blogosphere and social media. I have read posts from so many amazing bloggers, and they each have their own unique and exquisite style. However, in the back of my mind I have constantly been searching for the ‘right’ way to blog. The ‘right’ way to write and speak my mind on this web of connections. Until today, when I decided to ask myself why am I doing this? Why am I looking for a guideline or approval from someone else? I didn’t have an answer. I felt lost. I was feeling that way more and more about life in general.
Waking up to see the sunrise
Do you believe your own blue eyes?
Every-time from birth to the next
Has had its reason, so say the texts.
I am a huge fan of Mythology, Legend, Folklore, and anything else that is mystical with a dash of truth. I recall reading a story in Greek Mythology about a nymph named Echo, who was cursed by the Goddess Hera after Zeus (her unfaithful husband) took a liking to the nymph. After the curse, Echo is never able to speak her own mind again, she can only repeat the words of others. An unfortunate fate, as anyone would agree. So why do some of us choose to bestow this curse upon ourselves?