The first few days of the new year have yielded a fair few inspired moments/profound thoughts. I was looking up universities in the UK, and yeah going over there has been on my list since I was like 11, when I heard my cousin wanted to go to Oxford and I started looking into it as well plus all of my favourite authors and shows were British, but it was always a far away thing, something not to worry about till I finished school. Then it was too late and I didn't have the marks. And I haven't had money in forever, as well, but it was never so urgent.
In the last few days, however, I have realised I will actually have to stand up and do something. Over the last few years I have experienced the convenience of just picking up the phone and calling someone, or emailing them, to find out about things. It seemed like such an effort, but doesn't seem so bad anymore. So this will help in my quest, I'm sure. I finally have a resume, and have been applying for jobs all summer, but it has been fruitless. Argh.
So, point being, it has CLICKED that I have to get a move on and not just dream. I am beginning to suspect that the detachedness has been somewhat aided by the various medications I've had to take. Propanolol, anyone?
Also, heard back from the Science office, have been enrolled in Honours, so no harm done. Woop woop.
Moreover, over the past few days a number of incidents have made me want to go ballistic and yell at the top of my lungs like a deranged Tarzan on speed. And I have, for the most part, resisted (except for the whole marital thingamejig with the maternal, where I sobbed hysterically). Self-control, woop woop.
Peace and love,
S.
