“You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.”
― Dr. Seuss, ‘Oh, the Places You’ll Go!’
I really like this song! I’m not sorry about it, and I know for a fact that if I’d heard this 10 years ago I’d be completely obsessed and walk around singing it all the time, and I’d probably have insisted that it was the song my Grade 12 fashion show group used and I’d have made it my theme and I’d have known all the words in about a day and a half and shove it in everyone’s faces.
Anyway, here you go! Enjoy.
Now that I’ve established that doing my best and being the best are not (always) the same thing, I have to figure out how to do my best all the time. Or, at least most of time. I have to figure out how to be inspired enough to want to do my best, put my whole heart into everything, be proud of myself when I succeed, but sufficiently energised to push on when I don’t succeed. This is the trick – to get to a point where I always try to do my best even if I am good at it or not.
I’m afraid to fail.
I’m afraid that if I do something great one time that it will be expected that I will and can do the same great thing over and over again. But what if I can’t? What will happen and who will I be if I do something great once, but then I don’t do it again. Will I be a failure? I’m not crazy enough to think that I’ll be a complete life failure if I do something one day but not the next, but that is kind of how I think about things subconsciously. It’s really hard for me emotionally to be inconsistent because I feel like I let everyone down, but (weirdly enough) I am very good at being inconsistent in terms of the rest of my life because I’m afraid to do something once but then not again, and wouldn’t that be worse than just not doing it at all. (I can hear you all saying “of course not!”, so thanks for the encouragement.) But here’s the thing: no one will be angry with you if you do your best but it isn’t enough, unless they are completely unreasonable and why would you want to be around someone who’s completely unreasonable anyway? It’s the effort that counts. It’s just about getting to the point where the fear of failure stops being a guiding force. Continue reading
I’ll admit that I watch a fair amount of TV. When I come home for the day, P and I have a few shows that we watch together and I’ve got shows I watch by myself and he’s got his shows and maybe we should be reading or doing puzzles or something, but we watch the television. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, actually, because it’s just so ridiculous, isn’t it? I mean there are shows about everything, and you can tell the successful people because they live in houses that they’d never be able to afford on their salaries (in real life) or without rich parents, and they have jobs where they can show up when they fancy so that they can be part of the story line, and fundamentally I know that a show about someone like me would probably be boring, since I get up, go to the gym, get a coffee, go to work, then come home, eat dinner, and repeat. I’m not stupid and I know that shows like this are for entertainment, but doesn’t it kind of set us up for expectations of ourselves, jobs and peers that are completely out of whack?
But why isn’t it like it is on the telly? I mean life in general and specifically on the kind of crappy channels that are aimed and the under 30 audience. I mean, why isn’t life like One Tree Hill, or Dawson’s Creek or Grey’s Anatomy, or Friends or Sex and the City, or any of those shows where people have a group of friends that they rely on so much, and they all have incredible apartments and half shitty, half fulfilling jobs, and just enough drama to keep their lives interesting but no long-term emotional fall out from anything bad that happens, except for maybe 2 weeks of it. And everyone always gets back together or they find someone better, and the bad guys always get hurt, or go to jail, or die, or they get their heart transplant heart eaten by a stoned dog. Continue reading
I’m going home for Christmas in almost 60 days exactly, and I want to look like a total badass. I’ve been going to CrossFit now for nearly a year and I’ve lost some weight but I haven’t seen some of my friends in a while, since my wedding three years ago to be exact, and I was a bit plump then. I want to sort my life out, be skinny, have nice skin, sleep like a baby and be able to lift like a champ not necessarily in that order.
We did the Whole30 in August and that was hard. It was a very, very strict paleo eating programme that you did for 30 days and you avoided:
- Grains (all grains, even grandfather grains and rice)
- Sugar (of all sorts, so no honey or maple syrup)
- Legumes (no beans or lentils or soy)
- Processed Food (except bacon, which is only kind of processed depending on how you look at it)
I think we did ok. We didn’t cheat. That’s not true, we cheated one day by having a sausage so if you want to tell me that’s cheating, then go right ahead. We were tired most of the time, we didn’t do very well at the gym because we weren’t feeling so strong and we were a bit cranky. But we finished it and it was amazing to feel like I could have done anything for 30 days. So we decided that we’d have a treat day on day 31 and then have one treat day per week where we were less fussy about our food intake and live our lives. Continue reading
I have a hard time when I am not the best at something. I struggle when I don’t grasp something immediately. I get very impatient when I don’t pick something up as quickly as I thought I might or as other people around me do. I hate feeling like I’m not the best at something. I don’t like it when I don’t feel progress straight after learning something new or trying something I haven’t done loads before.
So, what happens when I don’t get it, when I’m not the best? I get super frustrated, beat myself up, tell myself that I should be naturally better, work harder, be smarter. If I weren’t so sleepy all the time, or if I didn’t get distracted so easily, or if I were smarter or thinner or quicker, or more focussed, I’d get it. Continue reading
The new Britney Spears is so good. I know I’m a bit late posting this but I have been listening probably once a day since it was released on the 1st of October. It is so good. I think she’s back to her old self, the classic really good dance stuff that English people would floor fillers because you absolutely have to get onto the floor and dance.
It just goes to show that you can hit a rough patch, shave your head, beat a paparazzo with an umbrella, need your parents to manage your money, and still come back. Even better than before! With a Las Vegas show (just like Celine!)!
I do think it’s sad that she recently said that she didn’t want to be so sexual in her videos all the time and that a lot of what was originally shot was cut based on the fact that it was too over the top. I hope that she regains her confidence and doesn’t feel like she has to constantly throw her vagina around. It is alienating to people who are actually interested in the music instead of her body.
Anyway, the whole point of this post is to focus on the glory that is the new song. So maybe just listen to it, ok?
Hyperbole and a Half is a great and funny illustrated blog about general life stuff. There is one post in particular called Why I’ll Never be an Adult (which I’ve included a screenshot of below) that more or less sums up how I feel today.
Being a grown up is hard.
Why don’t they tell you how tiring it can be?