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2010 feels different.

2 Jan

“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”

So its 2010. What a year ‘that’ was. I came a long way from who I was, to who I really am.
Self discovery. A year of travel, a year of love, a big year of breaking and a total year of self realisation.
I learnt what I really want in my life, what I like, don’t like and how to have a good time and take what I want without thinking of everyone else first for a change. That’s right, no more apologies for nothing.
There were mistakes made and decisions, if I could make again I would do differently. But I wouldn’t change them now.
Now I have learnt every lesson that has been so graciously hand delivered good or bad – Thank you kindly to those playing at home. …And they’ve truly contributed to who and what I want to be.

I don’t yet know what I want from this year ahead and yes, it kind of scares me a little for a change. For a big damn change. I actaully feel like I have woken up from a long sleep and the bed is icy cold.
Its time to get moving on with things, learning new lessons, techniques and styles of life to fit me. Not you. not him. Not them.
Im not quite the person I was last year and Im still trying to make that work for everything around me. Trying to get others to understand that this is me, is actually a little more difficult than it sounds.

I am designing again and it feels right. The work is real, no more thrilling than expected but Im determined to climb this wirey, long ladder and find whatever is at the top waiting for me. …And that ladies and gentlemen excites ‘ME’.

Soldier on. This is who I am and this year, wherever the hell it came from has a
theme. Fighting for what I want. Who I am and what I need.
I’ll get there anyway I see fit. There’s no turning back because here it is.

You just know now. You just do.

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A heart’s dream.

24 Dec

I do not need a symbol
Of love, a common heart shape to decorate a cake.
The heart that is supposed to belong, or break.

All hearts are meant to pound,
This is to be expected, the hearts
normal struggle against being drowned.

Most hearts live small,
But some hearts dream further; they force you to listen,
to dream past the front gate.

It’s a constant pestering in my ears,
A caught moth in a burning flame,
A burst water main at the end of your street.

Because it’s not enough to dream that small.
Its not enough to wait by the wall.

Unless you follow, the heart will ache and the hearts true mystery still awaits.
You’ll find it at the boarding gate.

A little rant on passion

7 May

The other day i was asked what is the point of anything unless you have passion behind it? It doesn’t matter if they hate you or if no one else understands –Passion is what hits the home run.


This fact could not be further from the truth. What’s the point of doing anything unless your heart is not fully in it to begin with?
 …Im pretty big on the concept and resonance of passion at the moment – each time I can, I delve into a deep conversation, my eyes light up and I don’t really care who you are or what you do – because once that little feeling breaks loose – nothing else stands tall to it. 

My passion lies behind my ideas and dreams …the ideas that sit on the horizon and the way that I wake up in the morning and see things, just that little bit differently to everyone else. It’s the courage that allows me to chase dreams and the feeling of achievement or excitement once getting that little step closer. Creativity is endless and everything around is a million times brighter, faster and within reach.

If you don’t have passion in what you’re doing, what is the point of continuing at all? – What reasons do you have for progressing or even wanting more?