regret and being a kid

It's 3AM and I feel I need some sleep, but my mind is spinning to its own music...

Been a crazy week- wonder how much one is expected to cram, organise and get done before you show that human quality that people love to hate: burnout. Freak out. Running at a millions miles an hour while moving in slow motion. And the ice cream starts to slip off the cone... ;)

Life seems to have its little rarities: the compliment on your new outfit... Someone lending a hand when the books are falling out of your arms, free parking... Oh- and jumping castles. I will always have an inner child I suppose- and if they try and tell me being a fan of cartoons and bubbles and bubblegum ice cream and jumping castles is wrong, I will be forced to eat more bubblegum ice cream. With a fork.



Spring's here and the weather is lovely. Green leaves, pretty colours and losing THAT look that makes me look far more insulated than I like to believe I am ;)

Spring, along with its hay fever and change-of-the-season colds, reminds me of change at its best- longer days, bright colours, pretty dresses and a chance to curl your toes in hot beach sand.

Find the little joys of life this week- even if its free parking or R2 off your toothpaste. Value the little things, old and faded (vintage in some sense if you wish), the pretty and the pretty weird.
Eat too many doughnuts and live a little more each day and don't wish time away.

Hug the sad stranger and don't let society's cruel and unkind judgement keep you from making a difference.

A life changing experience has made me far more conscious about life. Although it is somewhat annoying, I want to hang onto the idea of taking nothing for granted, before it slips and I am oblivious to that which is really mine.

Do I regret anything? Yes. Would I do this all over if I had the chance? I doubt it. I wouldn't be me and rationalise or think or doubt the way I do if it wasn't for that which has shaped my personality and defined me as the person I am today.

I like to think of myself as this; a wooden block being chiseled. My influences- good or bad- the sculptors. I wish some people would put the chisel down...

I want to live without regrets and know my words are not mean or hurtful. I will try to be the artist I need to be in society, not the one I am expected to be.

Say I love you, sorry and thank you as often as you wish. But please do mean them. Few enough words stay true to their meanings these days. <3

The teacup is half empty, half full
xo
Crys