In pursuit of happiness.
Yes I know, I know - I definitely have fallen off the writing wagon... again.
I realise this while watching 60 Minutes (of course hoping a religious cult story is about to come on) and my housemate is mocking me for some reason, (potentially out of jealously because her mum has told her she has enjoyed my blog on the occasion) I decide I really should post something.
Opening up this blogging site, I start looking for an easy option in the form of a blog I may have begun a while ago.
I often start blogs and then get distracted by something shiny or a stupid video on Facebook, or pick up my guitar, put down my guitar realising I can't really play it, or clean my room, mess it up again, sit back down to write my blog and then decide it's time to eat something.
So tonight I thought i'd try and get back to blogging through finding a half finished one, give it a good spruce up before posting it, and wait patiently for the "oh you're so clever missy!" text from my mum. That's not me being arrogant about my writing ability - my mum just loves me very much and this love limits her objectivity.
I come across a blog I started a few months' back. I titled it: "In pursuit of happiness".
Sweet. Something titled so pretentiously must be good! I would definitely have been having an epiphany when I wrote this, and must have discovered the secret to achieving my hopes and dreams...not to mention the meaning of life.
I click on the blog.
It's empty.
Son of a bitch.
So I'm now forced to discover how I actually can pursue and achieve happiness, while my housemate serenades me with songs of rejection. She's so supportive. I could go to my room and write this, but little does she know I'm writing a masterpiece that'll only make her mum love me more. Me writing this while she's trying to distract me will only make the burn greater.
I'm trying to think how far I've come since writing my previous blog. This might give me some inkling into how I'm going with my 2014 resolutions, or in my pursuit of happiness for that matter.
My last blog was in May.
It was about conga lines.
My past self is extremely unhelpful.
But since that last blog I've made a few changes in life. I have gone to part time work to focus on what I love - acting (of course including trying to develop that triple threat skill set that'll make me the female version of Hugh Jackman. At the rate I'm going, I'll get there when I'm 85 - all good, I have good genes).
Part time work is working well for me. I haven't had many auditions, but I'm working hard on it and reconnecting with contacts which should set me up to have a successful rest of the year.
Increasing my skills include singing lessons, while dancing in the The Addams Family Musical with Brisbane Arts Theatre. I've only fallen on my face once when it could have happened a gazillion times - that makes me pretty happy.
So basically, this blog is just a bit of a segue until I can actually tell you exactly what I want to achieve and how I can achieve it.
It is happiness, but this isn't something that's fathomable while I have my housemate singing "Desperado" in my ear.
The end.
(Standing by my phone Mum..)
***
I realise this while watching 60 Minutes (of course hoping a religious cult story is about to come on) and my housemate is mocking me for some reason, (potentially out of jealously because her mum has told her she has enjoyed my blog on the occasion) I decide I really should post something.
Opening up this blogging site, I start looking for an easy option in the form of a blog I may have begun a while ago.
I often start blogs and then get distracted by something shiny or a stupid video on Facebook, or pick up my guitar, put down my guitar realising I can't really play it, or clean my room, mess it up again, sit back down to write my blog and then decide it's time to eat something.
So tonight I thought i'd try and get back to blogging through finding a half finished one, give it a good spruce up before posting it, and wait patiently for the "oh you're so clever missy!" text from my mum. That's not me being arrogant about my writing ability - my mum just loves me very much and this love limits her objectivity.
I come across a blog I started a few months' back. I titled it: "In pursuit of happiness".
Sweet. Something titled so pretentiously must be good! I would definitely have been having an epiphany when I wrote this, and must have discovered the secret to achieving my hopes and dreams...not to mention the meaning of life.
I click on the blog.
It's empty.
Son of a bitch.
So I'm now forced to discover how I actually can pursue and achieve happiness, while my housemate serenades me with songs of rejection. She's so supportive. I could go to my room and write this, but little does she know I'm writing a masterpiece that'll only make her mum love me more. Me writing this while she's trying to distract me will only make the burn greater.
I'm trying to think how far I've come since writing my previous blog. This might give me some inkling into how I'm going with my 2014 resolutions, or in my pursuit of happiness for that matter.
My last blog was in May.
It was about conga lines.
My past self is extremely unhelpful.
But since that last blog I've made a few changes in life. I have gone to part time work to focus on what I love - acting (of course including trying to develop that triple threat skill set that'll make me the female version of Hugh Jackman. At the rate I'm going, I'll get there when I'm 85 - all good, I have good genes).
Part time work is working well for me. I haven't had many auditions, but I'm working hard on it and reconnecting with contacts which should set me up to have a successful rest of the year.
Increasing my skills include singing lessons, while dancing in the The Addams Family Musical with Brisbane Arts Theatre. I've only fallen on my face once when it could have happened a gazillion times - that makes me pretty happy.
So basically, this blog is just a bit of a segue until I can actually tell you exactly what I want to achieve and how I can achieve it.
It is happiness, but this isn't something that's fathomable while I have my housemate singing "Desperado" in my ear.
The end.
(Standing by my phone Mum..)
***
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