Good evening folks,
Happy Easter! Whether you are celebrating a religious holiday or just a few very welcome days off, I hope you are having a good one.
I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been busy writing, which is actually a very good excuse to have but still. I’ve been doing exactly what I said I would be doing – writing, making music, imagining art, and going stir crazy. I have been practically living in the Barbadoes Street Book Fridge, I have indeed been listening to the new Springsteen album on repeat, and I have in fact spent a large amount of time standing around outside staring at the moon.
I have not yet bought a black ukulele, but I will be getting one before I leave. I have already picked out the one I want, but I haven’t got it yet because I have too much other stuff to do and I do not need another source of distraction.
…and yet, somehow, despite the absence of said ukulele, I still managed to write a song which is to designed to be played, you guessed it, on a ukulele.
So, this month I am living according to the plan. Next month I will not be. Next month I was supposed to be going to Asia, and that is not happening now.
Correction, that is not happening next month. It has been postponed, not cancelled. As usual, even with the best laid plans, life sometimes gets in the way. It’s been a difficult decision to make, but I feel like it’s the right one. That said, I’m not all that sad because already several other equally amazing possibilities have presented themselves and I find it impossible to sit here trying to pick through dream scenario after dream scenario and find any fault with that.
So, Asia, I am still coming – just, as Maximus said, not yet.
Exactly how long I will have to postpone it for I’m not sure – it could be June, or it could 2013. Either way, I will get there, and I will pass the time in between by taking up one or more of those other awesome opportunities which I am tossing up between at the minute. Whichever one I choose, I end up with heaps more time to travel around NZ, which can only be a good thing. There’s always a silver lining somewhere, and in this case, it’s pretty bloody bright. It looks a lot, in fact, like the glow from that magnificent full moon.
Anyway. You may perhaps have figured out why I tend to use the term “plan” very loosely. This is the way my life works and it would probably drive somebody else nuts but I’ve become so used to living in the whirlwind that it’s become my natural habitat. I love my life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’m happy, I’m free, and I’m oh-so-glad to be me. What more could I want?