This week www.mamakatslosinit.com has asked us to finish this statement:
Someday I am going to…
Now I remember saying that when I was a little girl…‘Someday’. The term always held such possibilities; as if saying the word out loud was casting a wish.
Picture it… Someone, somewhere in the wish granting world sat watching a giant cinema screen of life when suddenly alarms rage and lights flash as ‘someday’ is spoken with that raised inflection that hints at the naïve enthusiasm of optimism.
Now wipe that picture from your mind… no one is watching! Sigh. How do you know this for sure, you ask? Let me list a few of my somedays… Someday I am going to (remember I rarely take anything seriously)… · Marry Ethan Hawke as he was in White Fang · Be a teacher or at least have something to teach · Get myself a non-Yorkshire accent · Travel to the USA in the hunt of giant pancakes · Write a movie / book / play / anything! · Time travel and tell Jane Austen to give old Darcy a back bone · Be rich and famous(ish) · Be sought for my opinion · Win a movie trivia competition · Have longer legs · Live in a big house with pillars and a circle drive · Be desirable (not just for the longer legs) · Mend my broken heart · Speak several different languages · Have the (metaphorical) balls to go after and get what I want!
And so on and so forth. Now I could list the somedays that did get granted but then I would have to start this post all over again. And I am strapped for time… mostly due to having work to do and a house to run because Ethan chose someone else and I still haven’t gotten over it ha ha.
But I admit I did get my family and my Katharine and I am moderately intelligent with a side of hilarity.
But someday… I promise you… SOMEDAY I AM GOING TO catch hold of my dream, whatever I decide it to be, and dream it. Out loud. :) xx
I need to do a spring clean. I know its half way through October but an Autumn clean just doesn’t have that same enthusiastic ring to it. I have boxes full of items that need to be passed on. Things that still have a great deal of usefulness to them… just not necessarily useful to me.
Books, baby clothes, baby toys, my clothes, DVDs, winter coats, shoes… I could go on but I am starting to scare myself.
The extradition of my horde comes with questions: Where to start? When to put sentimentality to one side? Where to send the stuff? Will I just fill the empty spaces with more things that in a few years time I will be wanting to be rid of? Where do I put the kid and the dog while I am sorting?
Again I could go on but I am scaring myself further. I think the main issue is that I am fed up of living in a jumble sale and shamefully becoming oblivious to said jumble. And Christmas is fast approaching which ultimately comes with a new set of mess to home.
I guess if flowers can still be starting to bloom in the Halloween month I will just have to take advantage of the muddled seasons and get my sort on. Ebay, here I come. :) xx