Billy Burke

I am officially falling in love with this song. When I first heard it it was one of those 'take it or leave it' type songs, but i dutifully put it on my MP3 player in amongst the masses and put it on shuffle - as is my way.

Funny things is - it grows on you. The more I hear it the more I am thinking "hmm, you know, this is acturally a really good song"....

Changes

I'm stuck in a rut. That's what it is I have decided. I have no routine anymore. No structure. And as much as I love spontaneity, in the real world flying by the seat of your pants gets nothing achieved. Not really. Not beyond depressed thoughts and harping on like a emo.

I always claimed that emo's pissed me off, but now I am realising that I sound just like one - I don't mean to.

So it is time to get proactive. It is time to set myself a schedule; a routine and stick to it.

Daily job searches; more awareness of the outside world; daily timed writing challenge; at least three hours dedicated to my novel.

It's time for me to get my positive attitude back. I missed placed it for a while, but going without it hasn't worked so well.

The Price of Hope

Hope is free.

It is a line that we – me included – has both heard and used a hundred times before. But it, like so many other “words of wisdom” is a lie. Hope is not free. Sure it has no monetary value but we pay for it dearly with our emotions and our psyche.

We get our hopes up, and then, when they are predictably crushed, it hurts. My god does it hurt. And the more that we hope – the more that we try to be optimistic, the more we are disappointed and the greater the hurt becomes.

Compounded pain.

Maybe the pessimists in the world are on to something.