I once saw a clairvoyant who had a little look at my past lives.
She said in one of my lives I was subservient and was forbidden to speak. She smiled and said I would make up for it in this life.
That’s funny, right?
This was before I was a writer, in those days I was just a big mouth. I’ve always had a big mouth.
I’ve always been passionate about about communicating. My passion is connection.
I remember as a little girl when I was in trouble I’d compose these phenomenal diatribes to rebut my mother. In my imagination my 6 year-old speeches were as impassioned as any monologue from Grey’s Anatomy. It was probably when I was about 9 that I finally got the courage to let them out of my head and gush forth from my mouth.
I’ve been called dramatic on more than one occasion. Can you believe it?
I’ve been doing a blog course that requires a helluva lot of blog/self reflection and I’ve been asked what I’m passionate about. I’m passionate about connection.
Humans being human.
I’m not generally a huge fan of small talk, I like the juice, and the marrow from the bones of our lives.
That’s the shit that makes us all fascinating, very few of us are truly boring. Every life is made up of these intricate jigsaw puzzles and each multi-coloured piece is interesting. Even the missing pieces.
Whilst in this blog-flection phase I’ve been thinking about who you are. Why you come here and share this with me and I’ve come up with a few possibilities –
1. You’re lost (or you’re the guy that googled ‘chorizo in her arse’ and sadly ended up here)
2. You’re my mum (Hey, Ma. ‘Sup?)
3. My neurosis makes you feel normal (distinctly possible)
4. You think the way I think and speak is interesting (what I hope is the answer)
I realised that I don’t know that much about you, really. My analytics tell me where you live and how old you are, but I could probably stalk each of you online and find out what you do on LinkedIn….. but that’s not the juice nor the marrow.
I want stuff like what was the last book you read, or what do you wear to bed?
Do you prefer pinot gris, pinot noir, or tea? What type of tea?
I do know that we are similar because your comments makes me laugh and cry, and you share your stuff with me while I share mine. We all have crazybeautiful lives….
I’m going to chuck some questions out there and I’d really flippin’ love if you could take 2 minutes to reply and share a little of you with me. If you only have time to answer one, then throw me one. I’m good with that.
I’ll go first.
1. The last book I read was….
I’m currently reading a great book called the Secret River about life of the early settlers living on the Hawkesbury. It’s beautiful and fascinating. The last book however, was The Wolf of Wallstreet and it took me an inordinately long time to finish. When I dig a book it’s devoured in days.
The Wolf is a good book, and it’s entertaining in it’s writing style, but Jordan Belfort needed a slap upside the head and that annoyed me.
2. Favorite alcoholic drink….
This is tricky. Wine is my every day love – white wine. Pinot Gris or Grigio preferably, but I’ll take anything in reality. Then, spirits is spiced rum (Sailor Jerry’s or Kraken) or whiskey (Jamesons) at home, but vodka soda with fresh lime, not squeezed, when I’m out.
Margaritas and martinis are my go to cocktail, but swim up bars require a different approach.
3. Pajamas or nude?
I was always all about nude until I had kids, and then I thought I had to wear clothes because, god knows; Maybe up and down 500 times or kids in bed with me. I’ve recently gone back to nude because sliding my bare skin between the sheets at the end of the day feels nice. Who cares if the kids come into bed?
They came from this skin. They’ll get weird about it eventually but right now they think boobs are hilarious.
4. If you could drive any car in the world what would it be?
When I finally got my licence at 30 I decided I wanted a rocking car. I was talked into a VW Golf. I’m a fan of VW but shit I’d look rock and roll getting out of a Mustang. My grown up fantasy car will be a Mercedes 190SL. Vintage movie star car.
Alas, in reality I drive a VW MILF wagon to fit all of my kid’s shit and half a tonne of sand and drawing from kindy in the back.
Please note dream car has NO BACK SEAT.
5. Last album you bought?
Ok, last album I ‘acquired’ was Hilltop Hoods latest one, Cosby Sweater or something. It’s quite good. I’m quite fond of a bit of hiphop. The last album I bought all proper like was Kimbra and Sia’s latest albums. Bought simultaneously with the same click of the thumb on iTunes. I do still like CD’s though. I buy them too. Do you still use CD’s or am I a dinosaur? Shits me when the kids get their grubby hands on them, or worse, use them as skates. They ain’t hardy.
6. Why do you Holsby?
Me? Please refer to big mouth comment. What about you? Why do you Holsby?
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