Okay, so you should know me a lot better now than you did 30 days ago. But if there’s anything else you are curious about, feel free to ask it by commenting on this post. I can’t guarantee that I’ll answer, but I’ll try to keep it fair and do so. And if you find any other cool blog challenges, let me know! 🙂
Yes, I’ve been neglecting this blog again. For what it’s worth I’ve been neglecting several of them while setting up a new one. I know, like I don’t have enough going on; populate what you already have, you’re probably thinking. Except, each of my blogs serve a different purpose.
There’s the one on which I post stuff that has actually been published (mostly), and which hasn’t been updated since November 2010.
The one linked to my website that I write reviews and stuff on (yes, that’s my technical term for what I do: write stuff).
This one where I diarise and bitch and share my thoughts and desires with.
The one where I post digital-like stuff and duplicates from various other blogs (completely different audience to anything and everything else).
And the new blog is a Tumblr blog with an “ads from everywhere” focus (and yes, since the initial draft of this post that blog has also become neglected. What can I say? Something about short attention spans, easily bored, distraOHSHINY!)
So as a way to force myself to post more often on what is my second most neglected blog, I’m doing a 30-day challenge again. I lifted this one very conveniently from Taryn.
The first post will go up a bit later, to give everyone who wants to unsubscribe a bit of time to do that.
Constantly obsessing. It is in no way constructive and just changing that one thing would probably completely change who I am. I kinda like who I am, but the worrying gets a bit much.
If I got pregnant now, it would be nothing short of a miracle. And one that will be terminated promptly. I’m in no position to take care of another life – I can hardly take care of myself. Fortunately I have seriously good contraception working in my favour, should a man suddenly decide to have an interest in me.
My new website. Last Monday I was asked for a rate card – something that is still in the works, but that bodes very well. I’m hoping to approach a couple of lifestyle companies for more sponsorships. Imagine if I could get Vida e at 24 Central to sponsor me a daily coffee/hot chocolate. Or a weekly pilates class at The Gym on Eleventh! Maybe BlackBerry will make me an online ambassador; maybe a cool hair salon in the city will swap a tint, snip & style for an ad spot.
There are a lot of uncertainties and opportunities that will help me be a little more than an average pencil pusher in a cubicle waiting for the perfect writing job. The fact that I can create the perfect writing job for myself – priceless!
1992 – The stress of high school, I suppose. 1998 – The insanity of humanity. War, murder, etc. I could not imagine living in such a place, and even less so, raising a child in such a place. (Yes, at that stage I still considered having children somewhere in my future.) 2009 – Being overwhelmed. I had never been as miserable as the first half of last year. Life seemed to have no positive purpose. NOTHING was going my way, even a little bit. I was tired. I could not see how to cope with everything beating against me.
Fear of failing. Contradictory, isn’t it. But that is essential what I am. To explain, if I attempted, and I mean seriously attempted suicide (again), and the attempt was not successful, I couldn’t bear the thought of being a burden – financially as well as physically – on my mother. I wouldn’t want to be a little gem squash stuck in this body, unable to do anything; that would frustrate me more than living miserably as I do now. I can at least distract myself in my current situation. So there you have it: Not believing in myself & what I’m capable of is why I’m still inflicted on civilisation.