Morning all! It’s 7.15 (a.m.!) and I’m up and blogging as I have breakfast. I hope you’re suitably impressed by the enthusiasm :-). The title of this post comes from one of my favourite BNL songs (“What A Good Boy” – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMpHtF5RPh8. I’ve chosen a live link from youtube, because the official video isn’t available in the UK. Maybe they are scared it will blow our minds? Excuse the sweary whoppy intro, and hold out for the tune. And enjoy the frat boys singing along), which happened to be the first thing that came on my media player as I hit play. What an apt song, what an apt lyric, for a twentysomething at home again,
It’s a beautiful day here. As I look out of my window I can see a beautiful blue sky, with just a few of those wispy, high altitude clouds. The sun is out and smiling down on our litttle town, exactly as it did all day yesterday…it seems I’ve brought the summer with me. For now, anyway. This *is* Scotland. Rain is always ready to strike! It’s so strange to be back on our little housing estate, exactly like the service housing estates I grew up on (except this one is nicer, smarter, more expensive, and has fewer deserted children sitting in the road). The sort of place where people wave to one another as they put the bins out, where a new car attracts attention, where a late arrival home from the pub causes curtains to twitch, where the summer holidays mean that from 8-8 our cul-de-sac is a riot of children playing on their bikes, running around, playing hide and seek. Is there anything more inherently awesome as grade school kids enjoying their summer break?
I’m so proud of my parents and their house. It’s the home they’ve always dreamt of, and they’ve worked hard to get it. There were times in my teens when I was genuinely worried that they wouldn’t be able to afford a home after Dad retired from the RAF. But they did it (because they’re awesome), and I’m so happy their dream came true.
So the summer of fabulosity, fun, and thinking continues. I feel I’m coming to a bit of a crossroads, so the time to ponder is most welcome. I’m trying to get my head straight and sort out goals and the like – what do I want to do? What do I need to do? What’s not important anymore? And most pertinent of all – what the heck do I do with my hair?
So that lyric spoke to me this morning. “Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same”? Welcome to my headspace (in a good way – this think’s been brewing a while).
Hope your week has started awesomely!