Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.
(Golden Skans – Klaxons)
I don’t think this is enough anymore. I’m not sure this is where I’m meant to be. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my life or my job or any of that….I just a little grey. A little off.
I’m fed up of feeling stifled. Of feeling less than. I feel grey and unfulfilled and low for far too much of the time, and I know that’s not who I am. Reading back over the last couple of months on my blog, I can tell something’s up.
I am by nature a happy, hard-working, kind and creative wee soul; but that’s not really how I feel right now. And I want to feel that way. I want to be that way.
So I’m going to make some plans. Some different plans. I’m going to have a big think. I’m going to try and make sense of where I am, where I want to be, and how, exactly, I want to get there.
I have a feeling some changes may be afoot.
PS 200 posts! Woo!
PPS Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all!