Moving forward without moving backwards
Well its been all change here, I recently got a new job which is brilliant. It is just a temp role and bizarrely it is in the same building that i worked in 5 years ago which is a little strange and has given me an odd feeling of moving back in time. I am still adjusting to it but its the first job that I have ever had in London that is relatively stress free. Just what I needed and hopefully will enable me to start doing my art in the evenings as that is my goal. Also my gym is on the way home so I can go there after work without having to go home and then come straight out again, which as we all know, never really works - when you have a warm flat and two adorable cats and your tired, your never going to go back into the cold again and trek for 15 min just to get to your gym so it really is perfect for me.
Hopefully we are in an era of new starts and we can now start putting our plans into place and move forward, it seems like we have been in limbo for so long. Money is going to be tight as my wage isn't good and neither is Loulou's but we will work round that. A few other changes have happened as well regarding my outlook which I am currently working on with potential success and I have a nagging feeling that this will really be my year. One of the things I am going to work on is my social interaction that certainly needs tweeking the other is the fact that I am naturally a 'lucky' person, ridiculously so. It is a funny thing luck, I don't know how you would describe it? it's not a talent because it is not conscious or a skill, it is almost in the same vain as charisma - some people just have it, it is almost mystical and comes from another world (not charisma - Derek Acora is proof of that! lol) So anyway, I have natural good luck which work works on mostly a low level at the moment and I was thinking of trying to harness that and use it to work on bigger things, I will let you know how I get on.
Speaking of low level things, an update on the poltergeist - this is certainly low level - thank god, I am not looking forward to the walls bleeding or tea cups flying around - and is restricted at the moment to switching the TV off and when I was in the back room - flicking the light switch off. I am wondering if I should work on developing my own psychic abilities, hmmm this could be a good thing or a foolish thing.... oh sod it, I am lucky aren't i? I may get the lottery numbers or to speak to the Duke of Wellington or something. Ironically since I typed this the TV turned itself off. Hmmm.
I have also decided to bother less with 'online' people. I have always been a big champion of people you meet online and have an interaction with and it can work out really well but there has been a few instances in recently where I have decided its not really worth the effort. One has been a girl that only ever seems to be in contact when she wants support and who I have still not met despite seeming initially cool.The other was one I met up for a quick drink locally the other Saturday before I went out to meet Alex and Sarah in Clerkenwell (the highlights of which were Alex saying he was not posh and then saying he needed some help collecting an antique desk with lions heads on it, a big trunk and his fencing equipment from his soon to be ex-father-in-law, Loulou eating a pigs head in an old fashioned pub and looking at Sarah's breasts) /We know each other because we follow each other on twitter and always seemed very witty and slightly dark. Though when we met in a pub in Stokey she was rather 'cold' in a Gemini sense and conventional but trying not to be and, well she was disappointing really (she described herself as a Tory quite early on) she evidently thought the same about me (I said I was a Liberal LOL) as she’s not been commenting since then. Not that I am disappointed but I have decided to stop cutting online people so much slack and people in real life not enough slack.
Speaking of online people, I had an odd experience when I went to meet my friend Tony at Canary Warf a week or so before Christmas. I got there early so I was killing time looking round some of the shops when around a corner walking with two friends/colleagues came Louisa with her distinctive laugh. She actually brushed past me but didn’t notice me at all. Funny how in a city as big and populous as London you can meet people you know. It also makes you wonder who you know who sees you out and about but you never see them, bit bizarre the thought of people observing you without your knowledge or not in the persona that they are used to experiencing you in. It was very random added to the fact I never go to Canary Warf and I hadn’t seen her for so long. What’s that saying “a chance in a million crops up 9 times out of 10”