Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
I’m far too fucked up at the moment to write anything meaningful. My head is full of different trains of thought, all vying for my focus and I’m completely failing to prioritise them effectively.
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Saturday, January 16th, 2010
Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?
I mean really looked at yourself?
Really, really looked at yourself?
Looked deep into your own eyes?
Deep enough to see your own soul?
What did you see?
Did you like it?
Did you love it?
Did you want to get away from it?
Did you feel safe?
What did you feel?
Why?
What does it mean?
Do you care?
Friday, January 15th, 2010
Yesterday was my birthday; I turned 33. Do I feel old? No, I do not. I feel reborn. I feel like a new person. I feel like this is a new beginning for me. I feel empowered.
This year is going to be different. I’ve spent most of my life with my eyes closed, going where ever the current takes me, but from this year it’s going to be different. I have goals for this year, real achievable goals, and I’m going to meet them!
It didn’t take long for me to decide what I wanted to achieve this year. My priorities have been very clear for a few months but I still see value in publishing what they are and putting some timescales on them.
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Sunday, December 27th, 2009
This is part three of a three part series, start with Christmas Day, part one.
Jamie was sat up in his bed staring at the door. He couldn’t believe it.
He had spent the past twenty minutes crying into his pillow. His beloved Santa was gone. He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. They must be lying; he’d seen him at the shopping centre last year. He’d told Santa that he wanted a bike and that’s what Santa had given him. Is he supposed to believe his parents had done that?
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Saturday, December 26th, 2009
This is part two of a three part series, start with Christmas Day, part one.
Carol quietly closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She was wondering whether she’d done the right thing; he seemed really disappointed and she didn’t like doing that to him. She walked as quietly as she could back to her bedroom.
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