I may need to be schooled on patience
I absolutely need to be schooled on patience.
Yet that hasn’t, nor is it likely to stop me from going with my gut.
Like Captain Kirk* I’ve found that it’s up to you whether you want to play by everybody else’s rules or..NOT.
The past 9.5, 10 weeks have been gut wrenching because I’ve assumed people would come through with their promises, which will always be a rookie move.
Again, much like my good buddy JT Kirk who had to be beat down on multiple occasions**, I learnt the hard way.
It’s ok to say no.
It”s even ok-er to pave your own damn way.
*that’s right born again trekkie here!
**I’m talking the reboot here folks.
There I am ready for my close up
a monotone figure creeping around on gravel.
I’m loving this shot for its simplicity, but most of all for the view( that AMAZING lake view)
You can tell I need some R&R bad huh?
Yes and no.
My time to gallivant the globe will come, but for now I’m just sitting up in my room..anxiously awaiting Zach Braff’s new flick.
and a place to live come August 1st.
You can file this post under london life and hashtag it nutterbutterlease.
Wish me luck!
Sorry, sorry, sorrrry
I’m here now that counts for something right?
The truth is something’s gotta give (sidebar: BAD movie by the same name) when you’re juggling too much.
And a juggler I am not.
In fact let it be known that I proudly snub the word multi-tasking.
So much so that I would challenge Einstein, if he were alive and kicking, to prove what I have known to be true for some time.. prolonged periods spent multitasking=ADHD.
Now that that’s off my chest…
Curious what’s been taking up a bunch of my brainspace?
Is it a bird, a Boeing 756907, something to do with the new Aquaman movie?
No, nope, and heck no! Just my quest to find answers from creative entrepreneurs about how (oh how) they got started and my lifelong preoccupation with what fuels inspiration. KING&why (launched on Friday) will be featuring cartoonists, bloggers, illustrators, e-writers , vloggers and all round awesome people who have been generous enough to answer our prying questions.
Some are household names- Gavin Aung Than of Zenpencils for example and others you’ll just wish you knew.
Show us some love!
**END OF PLUG**
*clickity click images for links
** umm yes I am aware my theme layout has gone cray, will be fixed soon..
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you”
My jaw dropped when I the read the news of Maya Angelou passing.
I was in one of those crowded waiting rooms devoid of any personality, trying not to draw attention to the ongoing chomp,slurp, chomp my beloved seaweed sashimi was causing.
Hey, when hunger calls. I sprint!
I may just have been 12 or 13 when first introduced to Miss Maya but I remember feeling like I had been slapped across the face by genius.
Suppose I better get started on becoming 1/12th of the writer she was.
the libertine mag
Now I know I’m not the only grown person excited about the new Power Ranger flick?
That’s right those mighty morphing power rangers are making their way back to the big screen.
They even have an acronym and everything; M.M.P.R!
Crickets I hear ey?
I’m disappointed in you people.
You should care because everyone needs an excuse to butter themselves up, slip into a skin tight something and find some baddies to wrestle.
I’ve counted 17 legit reasons this month alone I would benefit from a superhuman alter ego:
The tax man
All the sidewalk shuffling men and women of London.
hoodlums kids partaking in tomfoolery at 4am
An endless stream of emails about..well let me just spare you the remaining 14!
*all the side hustlers out there know what I’m talking about.
I swear I wasn’t staycationing in a bear cave.
Yet its taken me this long to discover Amanda de Cadenet’s conversations with women busking it as A-listers.
For one (and two’s), Zoe Saldana and Milla Jovovich, my sisters from
And in close third Jaime King, my life icon from this day forward. Though I’m making a conscious effort to forgive and forget her involvement with Hart of Dixie.
They talk diet, death, deity and debunking the myth of the superwoman and they do it damn well!
Overload of alliteration inspiring you to tune in?
Beware of the case of single-tear-spontaneously-caressing-your-lower-lashline when you do.
Julian Race photography
Between you and me I needed a fancy word for bucket
and a synonym for crazy
There’s been a lot of involuntary spring cleaning going on in this little head of mine, which may or may not be the result of post-holiday tripping and my workload slowing down. So I’ve been thinking/ questioning/thinking;
hot lemon or lime water?
what my pajama size is..guess I’ll find out when I’m 80
banana hangers.. necessity or health hazard?
bada** nose piercing or washboard abs?
which is more likely to cause long lasting trauma.. Those who Kill or Criminal Minds? Then again if 7 seasons of Criminal Minds hasn’t done the trick..
whether I’m certified insane for wanting to launch my own e-zine?
Sitting still, waiting patiently while the universe works its magic, I’ll confess isn’t exactly my strong suit.
Level 8 yogi* or not.
*I hope you know there’s no such thing, otherwise I’m afraid for you, I really am!
I’ve been cheating on my rickety stove with surprisingly tasty shroom burgers, southern style waffles and make do cocktails, so you can see why I had no time for the blogosphere this week.
It’s always a bittersweet feeling ending a holiday and having to revert back to reality. Though I’m still struggling to find the sweet.
Sure it felt like a rendition of Cats most days, but Morocco was also a lesson in kindness, humility and the art of restocking a bread basket; definitely a place I could call home someday.
One week was barely enough time to really take in Essaouira and Marrakesh, so we took a blood oath to remind ourselves to head back this year.
infinity Tangiers and beyond.
From the corner of my lens.
Some of my antics didn’t go unnoticed so I had to
chicken away refrain from making face-to-face.
See that old charmer hanging about by the boat? Fun fact, he was actually giving me the finger.
Don’t bother squinting, just take my word for it.
More pictures of my gallivanting to come.
What the deuce, 2 posts in a 7 day period ?
Not I’m no a) delirious b)an imposter or c) looking to kill time.
This right here is called the magic of technology.
As you skim through this, I am most likely shimmying my way through some spice market deep in the jungles of Essaouira.
Sing it Madonna!