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I think something has broken in me. I was overtaken by a tremendous desire to be impetuous earlier on today and decided that I was going to go and see the current production of Macbeth which is currenty running at the Globe in London. Missed out on the first lot of tickets I found, but tried again just now. Have somehow persuaded Andrew that he really wants to come and stand (for we are in the yard - groundlings :D!!) for the whole three hours of the play - possibly in the rain! - and with a possiblity of being splished by fake blood and goo from the play. Hoorah! So booked tickets and coach tickets all in about half an hour. This isn't me. I don't do things like this!
Maybe it's the current situation, that a death maybe makes you realise that you need to live your life. For some it might be trying to scale Everest, for me it's just getting the guts together to book tickets to see a play and actually work out how to get there after the fact! It sounds small, but this is a very big step. Seriously! I realise how sad that sounds but I don't do stuff like this, even if its something I really want to do. I always seem to hold back and consider all the 'what ifs...?' to the point where I never really do anything and maybe that isn't the way to be. I mean, I still need someone to come and hold my hand for me, but its a start.
The funeral is tomorrow. Can't say I am looking forward to it, but then who ever does look forward to funerals?
Maybe it's the current situation, that a death maybe makes you realise that you need to live your life. For some it might be trying to scale Everest, for me it's just getting the guts together to book tickets to see a play and actually work out how to get there after the fact! It sounds small, but this is a very big step. Seriously! I realise how sad that sounds but I don't do stuff like this, even if its something I really want to do. I always seem to hold back and consider all the 'what ifs...?' to the point where I never really do anything and maybe that isn't the way to be. I mean, I still need someone to come and hold my hand for me, but its a start.
The funeral is tomorrow. Can't say I am looking forward to it, but then who ever does look forward to funerals?