Thought you might like a preview of the Singular Living look… Need to spend some time writing the articles to post now…
Dragging my heels… and watching tv…
Archives for November 2004
Is it Really Possible that Anything is Possible?
I have never been able to decide whether it is my rural background, my upbringing or my personality that has limited me over the years. I expect that a lot of the time it was low self esteem that made it look as though any sort of dream to achieve anything was futile and would only lead to failure and frustration. In fact, I am not even sure that I was any sort of dreamer as a child at all…
What did I want to be when I grew up? A nurse, because Mum was… never a thought given to what a nurse does – eeewwww (no disrespect Jack… in fact, molto respecto… really.)
What was I good at? Ummmmm ….regurgitating useless information…..
What was I encouraged to do? Quick, get a job, somewhere safe… (a bank! GAH!)
The fact is I am a rather creative creature… As a young’n I was encouraged to grow in areas that are less than creative because they were apparently safer… And as such, it is only now that I have been able to look at myself in any kind of creative light! And I’m 36 years old!!!
So now, having been encouraged to grow in one area and learning another I find myself with a unique sort of skill set and it is proving quite exciting to see where it can all go… You see, over the weekend I have been approached by two acquaintances who are interested in having me build websites for them! All this at the same time that I have been building my own, my first one from scratch.
I am far from experienced and have so much to learn but it seems that there are a large number of people in my group of friends who are finding out that the sky is the limit and the only thing that gets in the way is our perception of ourselves and our capabilities…
That and cash…
Accountability as a Kick in the Pants
I can’t believe how long it has been since I posted… I have been discovering the delights of achieving something with my laptop rather than wiling away the hours reading not only my favourite blogs (see wiblinks) but the blog explosion ones as well.
Today I have achieved rather a lot in that I have spent the whole day and most of the evening tweaking html with a view to finally taking up the offer of free webhosting with my isp. I mentioned a singular girl website in these hallowed pages a month or two back and I am finally getting around to making it happen.
And so, now I allude to the title of this post.
The spur for getting on with the site is that I am meeting Coldie on Monday evening to show her what I have done. She and I are both chick-geeks and have been spending a lot of time talking about all the software we want, all the gear we could use for the projects we have in mind. After a long chat the other day I set us a challenge…
As I have Monday off I suggested that we use the long weekend to get on with the projects we keep talking about and never action and that we meet up in the evening and show off…
So, you understand why I had to get on with it.
AND … when you couple this with a meeting my shutterbug sisters and I convened to strategize about maximising the profit potential of our photos you realise that getting stuff done totally benefits from some outside impetus. Now that I have to pay full fare for a flight home at Christmas every profit option needs to be exhausted and the girls had some great ideas.
So, here it is… 2am… and I feel great for having something to show for my weekend other than a tidy bedroom and clean car!
(Actually… I still don’t have those to show … Ah well… tidy bedrooms are perhaps overrated… or maybe I just need to be accountable to someone for that too… )
Naughty Ain’t What it Used to Be
It is the end of a rather warm New South Welsh day and I am relaxing on the sofa with a computer on my lap and an ice cold within easy reach.
I stopped at the bottlo (off licence) because I felt as though a coldie would be the perfect way to end the day and bought myself a 6 pack. The thing is, I was surprised to note that it felt really naughty!!
It’s funny isn’t it? The things that hound you from your childhood … Alcohol never manifested in our home until I had left school and even then, the only bottles we had secreted in the pantry were the occasional bottle of dodgy plonk that had been given us by houseguests which I distinctly remember included a bottle of sake in the cupboard for years before it got tossed out or used as bbq fuel!
I presume Maw and Paw were teetotal for no other reason than being fairly staunch Methodists, though by the time I was old enough to notice their stance on alcoholic beverages we had moved to the more ‘liberal’ Baptist church … I don’t even remember any diatribes about the evil of ‘the drink’ but for it to still affect me now it must have been imparted somehow even if in a subtle fashion…
Since then I have belonged to a church that actualy owned a pub for a while (until they converted it into their new premises) and have even been know to overindulge at rare intervals… and currently go to a church where alcohol is a personal choice and (in moderation) not frowned upon at all!
So why after all this time does that sneaky little voice at my shoulder say “tut… tut… tut… who’s a wicked girl then?”