Perhaps you can tell by the title that the last few weeks have not been going swimmingly. Perhaps not. But I’ll tell you anyway that this is indeed the case.
Autumn feels like a naturally nostalgic time, don’t you think? Perhaps its all the candles, which remind me of the lengths we had to go as kids to see anything when the power kept going out. Or its the colour orange, the colour that reflects of falling leaves that is so universal wherever you go. Perhaps because, back when I lived in the Southern Hemisphere, my birthday fell in Autumn.
I find the term ‘old friend’ interesting, because it can be open to interpretation – is my friend just an old person? Or is the friendship itself old? In this case anyway it is simply the friendship, unless you consider 23 an old person.
You know I haven’t logged into my post editor in a while when I simply type ‘blog’ into my google search bar and expect it to appear. Suppose the main reason I haven’t logged on is that I went on a holiday, back to South Africa with family, which was amazing. But I’m sure you could guess that.
Lets put it in perspective that I also asked for a 20% increase. That’s a lot. In my brain its too far a jump. Its ridiculous. But I asked for it – why?
Not only have my own first times been on my mind, but also everyone else’s. Everyone whose first time involves me. Any kind of first. First Kiss. First Colleague. First Friend. The intense interconnection of all of us, of everyone I know.
What can we take away from being disappointed? How can we grow from it?
How I almost died at nineteen years old.