Happy New Year

A new year generally means new resolutions that won't be kept, new diaries that aren't written in and new diets that don't last.  And so I am boycotting them all.  Well, I bought a new diary but that's because I'm addicted to stationary.  I am not making resolutions, I am making changes.  But I will not punish myself if I forget.

- I will write something every day.  Whether that be a love letter to a stranger, a note to myself in my diary, a post it note to a housemate.

- I will fill in my diary with everything important, and everything that isn't.

- Every day I will tell someone that I love them.  I know a lot of wonderful people, and they all deserve to know how special they are (some in more ways than one!).

- I will continue to eat what I want, when I want it.  So long as it is in moderation.

- I will get some exercise into my life, slowly but surely...

- I will (attempt to) cease leaving uni work until the last minute.  And I will enjoy it while it lasts!

And I think that's enough.  Through research for some uni projects and general life stuff I have come to realise more than ever that life is precious, short, and should be lived.  And on that note, I am going to live it.

A happy new year to you all, and hears to (hopefully) a more wordy 2013!

Changes....

Today I have come to realise how much uni has changed me. Firstly, I am not nearly as happy with my own company as I used to be. I miss my flatmates, I miss the Bearded One, I miss going to the pub for a pitcher of cocktails just because we could. Turns out I need people - who'd have thunk it!! Not even my parents beautiful pooches are enough company - though I appear to be a good cushion!

Lou-Lou :-D

Also I need more purpose. I miss having to juggle lectures, deadlines, rehearsals and a social life. All of these are fairly empty at the moment what with everyone going back home. I am attempting to amuse myself, but Yate is a small place, and there's only so much you can do with limited funds!

So all in all I find myself counting down to when exciting things will actually begin happening again. 9 days until the Bearded One returns. 2 months until the house mates return. If only time would pass just a little quicker...

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Today, something a bit different for you.  I'm feeling sentimental, so I wrote.  This is what came out.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

When the train stops and the door closes, we hide in our cocoons and wrap ourselves in memories of a time that was.  A time when we were all together, all one, connected by our passion and our love.  Time was not present then.  We lived for the moment, for the next pose, next step, next note on the scale.

What is to become of us now?  We will return, but we will not be us.  We will be broken, we will not be complete.  Those that were will no longer be.  At least, will no longer be with us.

All we have now are memories.  Frozen images and empty songs.  We are changed.  We are each other, and we are ourselves.  We have taken, we have given, we have emerged anew.