I was with a friend when I had a deja-vu moment, insisting that the very same thing had happened in my dream. I felt like crying hen she revealed that it was familiar because we had done the same thing just one day before.
I often hear people say that variety is the spice of life, urging me to go out and try new things. After remembering that I live in South London so 'new things' probably involved discovering a new fried chicken shop or more likely stepping on a discarded needle, I realised that I will probably need some money. Which brought me back to my eat.sleep.work routine.
I had a little weep for a friend of mine who told me that he was working so he could save to buy a car so that he could get to work.
The cool thing about the weekdays is that I feel like I have super powers. From Monday to Friday, I am granted the ability to stop time. Those of you who have seen the film Inception (if not, watch it now!) may understand what I mean. For every 1 hour in the real world, I experience 8. On some days, I even have access to an invisible machine that makes me feel like I have travelled back in time.
I miss the innocence of being a child. When you really believe that you can and will be anything that you want to be. When the most upsetting thing is not getting the sweets or toy you wanted. Kids will walk up to each other and just start a conversation. If you do that as an adult (in London anyway) most people will think you're crazy. Unless you're moaning about something and then everyone joins in. I've never seen more camaraderie than when a train is late or there aren't enough checkouts open at a supermarket.
Children are the most ambitious people I have come across. My nephew believes everything is a competition. He even loves people aggressively just so he can be the one who loves the hardest. He will be looking up into my nostrils as he tells me that he's taller than me. No one can tell this boy that there's something he can't do. I remember being stunned by him as he philosophised over his colouring book at the age 4. He was frantically filling in the lines of a tree with a blue felt tip pen. When I told him that trees are meant to be green, he threw his hands up in the air and proclaimed 'Who says so? Why can't be they blue'. I turned a shade of pink as this pocket sized preacher shamed me into opening up my mind.
This reminded me of a youtube video I saw a month or so ago. It was of a speed painter on Anderson's Viewers Got Talent. As I watched his performance unfold, I felt sorry for him. I assumed he must have been a loner because no one in his life would have let him go on TV if he was that bad. Then he proved me ridiculously wrong.
My explanation doesn't do him justice so just watch it yourself.
Creating this website has made me feel happier than I have in a long time. There are many things that I'd like to change in my life but this project gives me something to look forward to doing each day. I find myself wanting to slow down the weekdays (well just the evenings) so I have enough time to write all I want to, instead of just waiting for another day to bite the dust.
Not only am I getting things off my chest, I have discovered a skill that I didn't even know existed. The feedback I've been getting is phenomenal. And as I go to publish, my stats show that my blog has received 1400 unique visitors (only counts each person once, no matter how many times they view the site) in the 5 days it has been running.
I say this to encourage you to try something new or do something different. Adopt that childlike mentality where anything is possible and make sure you get your time to explore.