The Many Colours of Happiness

I am marrying my best friend tomorrow. I am nervous and excited. And oh so happy. Thank you for being such an amazing person Joel :) ps. I'll be out of the blogosphere for the next fortnight for the honeymoon. I hope you all have a wonderful wonderful few weeks :)

It has been pretty crazy lately, and looks set to get even crazier, so I have decided to forgo any semblance (as small as it often is in my case!) of a meaningful post and just write about my hen's night, complete with the less incriminating photos. It really was a wonderful night though. I felt so loved and realised how lucky I am to have such lovely friends. My sister organised the whole thing. In case I haven't mentioned it before, she the most thoughtful person I know. Which sucks around Christmas/my parent's birthdays because she always gets the perfect gift whereas I tend to mess up (I got my dad Mein Kampf for father's day once because he loves history and I thought it would be an interesting glimpse into the mind of a mad man. Let's just say he was less than impressed). But basically she got anything anatomy related that she could find (and I think she found everything), which very much appealed to both of our senses of humour. Then we all ate chinese food a...

After reading everyone's goals for the coming year, I decided that maybe I should make a goal for myself. One that I should have made a long time ago. That goal is to forgive. Not to forgive any person nor any in event in particular. But to incorporate this word into a way of life. I for one, find people who just cannot let things go very frustrating. In fact I really hate to see that trait in people. But I guess what we dislike the most in other people is what really bothers us about ourselves. At least I'm that way. The more you care about someone, the more you hurt when they mess up. And it can be really hard to move on. Saying the words 'I forgive you' is easy. Almost too easy. Sometimes it's difficult to say what you really mean. But it's always easy to say what you don't. And there comes a point when you have to say those words. Even if you don't mean them. Because it has been too long. And you can't stand people who can't forgive. And so y...

You know those days. Those days, where as soon as you wake up everything that can go wrong does. You just know that the rest of the day is going to be awful too. And you know that if you were smart you would call in sick to work and just crawl back into bed for the entire day. Well, I have found my instant pick-me-up for the days when I am just not sensible enough to stay at home and sulk: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwunozm83VE Accidentally Kelly Street- Frente here's a door and here's a window here's the ceiling here's the floor the room is lit like a black and white movie the t.v.'s on, that's what it's for and if you walk real slowly you can feel the planet breathe there's no need to feel so lowly now that we've all learned to give accidently kelly street where friends and strangers sometimes meet accidently kelly street i never thought life could be so sweet in the garden birds are singing the sun is shining on the path the wind is talking to...

This is going to sound rather silly, but the one thing I have never been able to do is stop chewing my nails. And believe me, I have tried. Many times. And failed miserably every time. These attempts have been happening over a span of 14 years. That is a whole lot of failure. I have managed, over the course of the last year, to face many of my fears and get rid of many self-destructive habits. But the one thing I could not do was stop chewing my nails. That simple little thing was completely out of my reach. Two weeks ago, one normal afternoon as I went to get a cup of coffee, I decided to stop chewing my nails once and for all. Nothing special had happened. I wasn't feeling particularly motivated. But I was tired of never doing anything to change my life. Of sitting around waiting for other people to solve my problems. So I marched into a chemist and bought the 'stop &grow' nail polish that makes everything taste like poison. And I stopped chewing my nails. It wasn...

As I was driving the other day I realised something. I spend so much time when I drive looking in the rear-view mirror. Looking back. Watching the cars behind me. Watching the people behind me. Worrying. If I'm going too slow. Or too fast. If I'm bothering anyone. Wishing I was on the road by myself. So I didn't have to worry anymore. Never focusing on the destination. Never enjoying the journey. But it's 2011 now and the possibilities seem endless. Maybe it's about time I stopped looking back.