Skip to main content

It is a funny old life....




Viewers of Forrest Gump may not consider him to be the most intelligent ever created but he sure does have some wise words to utter throughout the film.

I was speaking with my pal Claire tonight and we were talking about how it is a funny old life. You really do not know where the winding road of life will lead you. Even just recently, life has taken some funny turns and I feel that I am a much better person for turning.

One example is Aberdeen. Until two weeks ago (roughly) I thought I was moving to Glasgow in October. I was making plans. My pals were helping me organise a flat, New Years, my new life. Then my boss called me aside and swung me a curve ball. He offered me a store in Aberdeen, in mid September. I took the offer. And now I am a tenant in Aberdeen, sharing a flat with my best friends boyfriend who I met for the first time in a non-social setting yesterday. Thankfully, we get on fabulously well and I am very much looking forward to our new Aberdonian adventure!

(Big thank you to Claire for all of her help in getting the flat. Sorry about our practical joke. We love you really)

Another example, is a new friend I have acquired. He was a friend of a friend who I have been intrigued by over the past few years, as every time I heard stories about him from our mutual friend Tif, I always thought that he sounded very interesting. Then I got an email, to say that he was coming to Europe and could our mutual friend pass on my details to him. Having travelled solo myself, and knowing how nice it is to have a name of a contact,  I naturally said yes. I am so glad that I have, because he has arrived in Scotland, and has gifted me with fabulous conversation, fascinating tales and frequent excursions to plays, shows and adventures. Oh! And chocolate. My house mate and I are pretty chuffed to have met him and are currently plotting how we can keep him forever. Thanks Tif!

I am currently in the firm belief that you need to embrace whatever is thrown on your path. Since May, that has very much been my philosophy and I things have been pretty wonderful (though stressful at times). It just shows that itis ridiculous to over plan. You never know where you will end up!



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ah November. You have returned.

I woke up this morning with a dullness in my heart that I normally don't have in the morning.
On my mornings allocated to sleep in I resemble a sloth blissfully unaware of life in a cocoon, but on a normal morning I wake up with a bit of a bounce. I start my day with a bit of shower time karaoke. I dance around the bedroom as I get dressed for the day. I have a great time. ( Jeez, as I write this I suddenly appreciate Stuart's morning patience a little bit more! Ha!)  Anyway, the point being, despite a very early bed time last night I woke up a wee bit deflated.

Then I remembered  that my old nemesis November has returned.
I did a quick calculation. Marguerite would be 32 next week.
32! Being 32 was one of my favourite times.
Another quick calculation, Marguerite will be gone 15 years this month. 15 years. 2 more years and she will be gone as long as she was with us.
Every November is a little bit easier than the last. Of course it is. Time is a wonderful healer.
But every cal…

Turning 28.

Well. It happened. I turned 28. You know, ignoring a manic depression which lasted all of 20 minutes, I'm pretty ok with it. Rather than shy away from the fact that 30 is just around the corner, I've decided to confront it. Head on. "How?" I hear you ask. Well I have decided to celebrate the final years of being a twenty-something by embarking on a '30 things to do before I'm 30' challenge. I've been working on it for weeks. My friends here in Edinburgh have been really encouraging and I think together we have compiled a pretty mega list. Here we go (in no particular order)
1)Read the BBC top 100 books
2)Bungee jump (I should mention here I'm afraid of heights)
3)Go zorbing
4)Learn a new language
5)Visit the Sistine Chapel
6)Make a quilt (I've always wanted to. I blame Winona Ryder)
7)Visit Tiffani in Utah
8)Parachute Jump with Agata

9)Raise money for charity
10)Do the Great Scottish Run (ugh. The idea pains me.)
11)Sell something I've created
12) Publish somet…

2020

I have started this blog post four times now.
I think that is a new record for my procrastination.
I didn't do a New Year blog, and my previous versions of this were a look back on 2019.
I'll be very honest, I don't want to look back on 2019.
I want to put it in a box, and seal it away forever.

There were some fabulous moments. Of course there were! I got engaged to the most wonderful man I have ever known. I witnessed the weddings of some of my best friends. Babies were born. There was an abundance of soft play, cuddles and karaoke.

For me, 2019 will mostly remind me of being ill. It was a huge part of the year. The worry consumed me for the majority of the latter half. I now know more about hypertension, blood pressure, kidney function and kidney failure than I ever thought necessary.

It sucks being ill. It sucks knowing that you have an illness that will never go away. It doesn't feel fair. If I am very honest with myself I went into a little bit of a pity pit for a w…