Not Growing Up
One of the most interesting things for me about reading back through my whole LJ was the fact that some things have gone full circle.
Back at the start of my journal, I was only working a few hours a week so I spent much of my time finding seemingly pointless ways to fill my time. One of my escapes was watching kids' TV. Dick & Dom every weekend, hours of preschool nonsense during the week. It used to give me something to rant and dribble about when I wrote online and to keep my mind busy when I wasn't doing so well.
Six years have passed and here I am, watching Dick & Dom, and following it up with Balamory and the Tweenies, except now I'm watching it as a passive observer with two small but very strong-minded girls. (Well, the pre-school bits I am... Dick & Dom I still watch for my own amusement!)
I am 6 years older and I have experienced a whole wealth of changes in the years in between.
And yet I still have an overwhelming urge to sing rude words to the PC Plum song.
Older, maybe. But no wiser!
Back at the start of my journal, I was only working a few hours a week so I spent much of my time finding seemingly pointless ways to fill my time. One of my escapes was watching kids' TV. Dick & Dom every weekend, hours of preschool nonsense during the week. It used to give me something to rant and dribble about when I wrote online and to keep my mind busy when I wasn't doing so well.
Six years have passed and here I am, watching Dick & Dom, and following it up with Balamory and the Tweenies, except now I'm watching it as a passive observer with two small but very strong-minded girls. (Well, the pre-school bits I am... Dick & Dom I still watch for my own amusement!)
I am 6 years older and I have experienced a whole wealth of changes in the years in between.
And yet I still have an overwhelming urge to sing rude words to the PC Plum song.
Older, maybe. But no wiser!