Rambles, rants and raves

A lot of opinions spilling out of my brain



I feel like this guy right now. Well my brain does.

He looks a lot more relaxed than I feel. He's also doing the splits so we're obviously less similar than I initially thought.

He looks a lot more relaxed than I feel. He’s also doing the splits so we’re obviously less similar than I initially thought.

You know him, good old roadrunner. My brain seems to be imitating him at the moment, trying to work extremely fast. And then there’s my body, which is the coyote and is trying very  hard to catch up but always seems one step behind. This causes me to panic. It means that my brain is reminding me of a thousand things I need to do, say or write while my body tries not to hit my head against the wall to quieten my brain.

You see my predicament?

I have also seemed to lost a week at some point between now and the beginning of the year – which I only realised now means I must have lost last week, or am in the process of losing this week. I don’t know anymore. All I know is that my exams are next week to qualify me as a journalist/reporter. I am prepared but more needs to be done: more notes taken, more books read and more things highlighted. It’s a work in progress and anyway, revision never really ends.

I am also starting my first real journalism job as soon as my course ends where I will be a reporter for my local newspaper. (Pause for screams of hysteria). It’s so exciting that I get butterflies every time I think about it.

It means I am officially on my chosen career path and I’m one step closer to getting that dream job.  It also means there are a lot of things I need to read, sign and then give back in. Another thing my brain is screaming at me to do. Screaming so loud in fact, that my fingers are trying to type this so quickly that I’m expecting either they keyboard to set on fire or smoke to come out of my fingertips any moment now.

Okay so I have created a mental to-do list. A mixture of guilt, pure adrenalin (from realising how fast time can go when you’re not paying attention to it) and the need to revise to ease my inner-geek means that this blog post is short, pointless, probably doesn’t make much sense and is ending right here.

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My lack of blog posts this weekend has made me feel slightly disappointed in losing a pretty good streak of blogging every other day. Busy, tiring weeks that seem to drain you however, sometimes require that you turn your back on the modern world, hide somewhere comforting and try not to think too much.

The Newtown shooting in Connecticut further silenced me. As someone who is training to be a journalist, and almost qualified, that probably isn’t the best thing to admit. But it’s true. My thoughts and views are very similar to those I have read and heard of others: of shock, grief and a disappointment that a tragedy like this has happened again. It is easy to forget, for those of us who do not live close-by, how often shootings like this actually happen. It begins a debate on gun control and the easiness of accessing and legally obtaining a weapon that can cause so much destruction. Which is good, it is something that should be talked about.

But the debate fades, becomes a pile of paperwork and comforting words as soon as a bigger story appears on our screens and papers. I very much believe in the power of words. I like to agree with the saying that the pen is mightier than the sword. But actions are louder. Actions are active, they are verbs, they change things in a more permanent and obvious way. Talking about gun controls is the start, a stepping stone, but the actions that should go alongside these words are what is needed.

It sounds a little confused but in times of tragedies, like the shooting, it is necessary to focus on the positive and what can be done to ensure we become better as a result of something like this awful event. The focus should not be on the killer.

To move onto far less terrible things, I have also been thinking about my work load. Planning how I can fit everything in with the small time-scale that I have. I have been contemplating what happens next and that is always an exhilarating but terrifying thought. I have been thinking about difficult decisions and hard timelines.

Basically I’m tired and admittedly, this is a tired post. I continue to push through and work hard, but I plan on staying in bed for at least half a day when I have a day off.

I have never been more eager to have a break which will come in the form of the Christmas holidays. My thoughts will be with those affected by the Newtown shootings and all those not lucky enough to have a warm house to celebrate Christmas with their family. Or just to be. I’ve found being tired makes you very thankful, more so than usual.

I plan on gorging on scrumptious food, on soaking up my family and spending enough time with the boy to help heal my heart from our time apart so far.

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A simple message

MotivationThese are the only five words you need to really know when it comes to doing things. I am a true believer that anything is possible if you just put your mind to it and work hard. Sure, some things may not work out but that isn’t due to it not being possible; usually it’s a balance between bad timing and a series of small but unfortunate events.

I’m a fan of words and I love quotes and things that stir something inside you. This one may not do that at first. Sometimes simple things are lost on human beings that thrive, yet apparently do not like, complexity.

As much as you may be able to decorate your sentences with lovely words, this is what it all comes down to – fundamentally. If you want to do something enough, you do it. If you don’t want to do something, excuses tend to be made how it would be hard to do. The truth is it all comes down to this. You can do it, you choose not to.

Sometimes people truly believe they cannot do something, that it is simply not possible, they are not ready. This lack of belief is the only thing stopping you from doing whatever it is that you want to do. This lack of belief stems from a fear of failure but (do you see a theme?) you can do it. What’s the worse that can happen?

You fall, you get back on and you learn. Embrace that childlike nature of having no fear, of believing anything is possible and that you can do it.

*I realise I sound a little like a politician but the simple messages are usually taken by politicians as they are the easiest to make an audience of millions understand. It’s the simple messages that can truly inspire – if they are read or heard in the way they should be.



The curse of the 100th post

This is my 100th post.

Please pause now for an appropriately joyful dance, maybe a little whooping.

I should have made a cake to celebrate this whole 100 posts achievement. Definitely not overkill.

As with most significant things, they always cause a pause for reflection. However, I spent most of last week in excruciating pain because a stupid nerve in my stupid back decided to become trapped between two stupid bones. I walked with a hunch for a little while feeling like Quasimodo with a limp and had to sleep like a vampire. I need to forget about it and so that means no reminiscing or anything like that. Anyway, this blog is not old enough for such a thing to occur.

Instead I have been racking my brains for days (because I knew this was coming) to think of something good to write. This is not usually how I blog. Normally, something pops into my head and I think “hey, I’d like to write something about that.” I then may or may not read into it depending on two things: how much I know about said topic and if said topic is supposed to be informative or not and if it’s personal to me obviously. That’s three things but the personal reason is so obvious it doesn’t count. I mean no one researches their own life.

Then I came to the sorry conclusion that due to my incredibly high expectations of a wonderfully amazing 100th post, think HRH Queen Elizabeth II’s jubilee celebrations this year, I was doomed. Doomed to write a post I wouldn’t like and if I don’t like what I write, it’s not posted. So I’m stuck. Either I quit now while I’m ahead: 99 posts is a pretty good run or write a 100th post that makes me want to punch myself in the face.

I’ll tell you what I am excited about though. Getting that little congratulatory badge that wordpress do now when you hit a ‘target’ that they made up for you. Oh and feeling a sense of accomplishment  that I’ve been able to keep my lovely little space on the internet going.

So here’s to my 100th post (that actually has no real purpose) and to at least another 100 meaningful/entertaining/informative posts to come!