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Life Is What Happens When You're Making Plans

It feels like life is getting ready to tip me out of my comfy beachside seat and turf me headlong into the surf – a Swim of Faith.

I was beginning to feel that I was lifting out of an initial space of comfort since returning home, and that I was about to be tested. But it came with a bit of a surprise.

Things have been slotting nicely into place ever since I came home to NZ, and before then even – once I made the decision to come home. I realised I was homesick in Australia, and it never really eased. I’m glad I was there though; I got to meet some great people (you know who you are xo), and it was a perfect decompression after my incredible two and a half years in London, meeting even more wonderful people and kindred spirits (you know who you are too xxo).

Back home another friend offered me her spare room as my new home, and she introduced me to her friends straightaway, so that I felt like I had an immediate social circle. I started making connections with old networks again, and was welcomed back. I got a three month stint of contract work in a Maori organisation, which has been an amazing and privileged experience. Plus I’ve even had a nice little spate of guys wanting to date me.

It’s the work/career thing I want to talk about here. I’ve been doing some contract work at one organisation as a filler “until I figure out what it is I really want to be doing”. Shit, I’ve been saying that for a long time now.

Just last week I learned that the contract may finish a couple of weeks early – two weeks from now – as they’re running out of money. Sh*t!

Now this comes at a time when I have been questioning where the heck it is that I am heading. I have been along to a woman who over a period of three sessions helped me get clear on where I’m headed: My Dream. Thing is there’s a bit of a gap – let’s say chasm – between now, and there. I’m standing at the water’s edge looking over at some distant, shrouded island.

Now though, with the potential premature end to my current comfort zone, it feels that the universe is pushing me out of the deck chair, and into the drink.

Get in and swim! Well that’s easy enough to say. But here it is; it’s the Swim of Faith. I have absolutely no idea where to go next, or what is going to happen. Will I reach a lily pad in time? What’s going to pay my rent while I blindly practice my breaststroke?

I’m not feeling particularly worried, really. Well okay, I’ll concede just a little bit. Maybe I’ve just got a really good [or bad, depending on how one looks at it] case of a Pollyanna attitude.

The fact is I’ve experienced this before. My travels have taught me the greatest lessons in letting go; pushing off from the shore without a paddle, and letting the current take me where I need to go.

But I have to admit feeling “oh no, not again”. I just want a bit of comfort. Ah well, it appears that this is not to be so. Watch this space friends. Hopefully after the initial bellyflop, I’ll surface a bit breathless but pacing to the nearest lily pad with all my might!

LMAO

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: Rangi Corolla

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: Magnum Platform

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME: Purple Horse

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: Judy Vila

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: Budro

6. SUPERHERO NAME: Yellow Kahlua

7. NASCAR NAME: Louis Anthony

8. STRIPPER NAME: Sandalwood Dark Ghana

10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: Powell Panama

11. SPY NAME: Summer Daffodil

12. CARTOON NAME: Mango Vest

13. HIPPIE NAME: Avocado Jacaranda


*Thanks Gabsta

Try yours below:
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car):

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe):

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal):

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born):

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name):

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers):

8. STRIPPER NAME ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy):

10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter):

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower):

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now):

13. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree):

Toed in

Hey Everyone! Man, so much can happen when you let your blog slog, and as interesting (?) as it is to update you on my ability to get a bonk, I'm sure there is far more interesting stuff I can fill you in on.

I'll keep it sweet, maybe I don't understand this blogging thing in my own Luddite way, and only selfishly update you on Me - my movements - as I trip my way around the world.

I've come to a pregnant pause... Home. Yay! Picking up my skirts to leap across the Tasman, I've planted my toes deeply back into my native soil. God it tastes good!

But shit, I still miss all you beautiful crazy characters I met on my ways. I just hope I meet people here who can fill your void.

Anyway enough about you. I'm back, I have somewhere to live in The Big Smoke (Auckland) and even some work to start next week. So all is going swimmingly, and you can all look forward to seeing me on the international stage one day.

Come visit me!

connubial bliss

Oh god what a difference it makes! Connubials. It might have happened under a Sangria induced sozzle, but ooh how divine it is to have one’s fallopians fornicated. It’s just been too long, damn it. Now the concern is, if I get him in bed again, will it be as good? We all know drunk shenanigans can be dreadful, but in my experience (this time) every molecule of my being was pumped and READY and there weren’t nuttin’ he could do wrong.
Just one dose of this endorphin cracking activity has left me feeling the world in a different light. I’m feeling again. Everyone looks great. I am woman. Rah.
I’m so rude. This is probably far too much information for you right now.
But my blog is updated at least ;)

wonderful world of wankery work wequirements

How do you not let the wording of these great sounding jobs get you down? There is one that just looks like something I could do. Challenging it would be yes, but I could do it. And then they want to me jump through a few hoops in my application by “demonstrating” how I meet their Essential and Desirable Criteria. Yikes. Dammit, how am I ever going to get in to a great job like this without already being in a great job like this to give me the demonstrable qualities?!

I vacillate between feeling suddenly confident and leaping at my work-in-progress document, ready to blitz them with ME, only to be pulled up and deflated by the next set of Criteria.

The set I am currently sweating over, I know I can do everything listed, but I don’t have any formal experience in it to demonstrate so kindly to them. Falling short of being a creative writer and BS artist, I don’t think I can dazzle them with any picturesque language of demonstration-explanation in order to woo them.

Blah.

However, I will continue wading through the www [see title] and remind myself to maintain the positive air of someone who doesn't give a damn... and believes in the right thing coming at the right time. There is something out there for everyone, hey?

morning glory

Saturday morning, sun peering interestedly through the early Spring clouds; a little warmth being blanketed over London.
My days in the city becoming terminal, I'm enjoying the city more. Connections to people seem deeper, enjoying them as if it's the last.
Passport sits in Home Office; hoops to jump through.
Places to go, people to see, that last pound to be made.
Decisions poised on a fingertip, proffered to the tide and wash of my Great Soup