Snowboarding injury. My clumsiness hasn't changed.
Today in 1889 female journalist Nelly Bly began her successful attempt to circumnavigate the globe in 80 days. She beat it by eight days and back in 2004 I beat it by ten days. To be fair technology in the 115 years between our voyages might have made my trip a little bit easier. As per Instagram it seems that Thursdays are Throwback Thursdays these days. So as a result I visited my very first blog...my travelpod blog about my trip around the world. What a trip down memory lane! I suppose then I'll share some snaps. Between my London departure and return, my journey included surfing in Bali, museums in Melbourne, snowboarding in New Zealand (inevitable injury included), suffering from the flu in Sydney, beaching in Hawaii, loving Los Angeles, losing money in Las Vegas, locked in Alcatraz in San Francisco, mooching around Miami and burning around Bermuda on a moped. Beautiful memories were made. Celebrating my past today and the future adventures to come.
It’s 24 days into 2018 and I’m only
now sharing my new year’s resolutions. I am, however, giving myself a pass because
mine aren’t just for one year, they’re for 26. Since university, I haven’t planned
my life more than a few months ahead. I thought I was a free spirit, but I now
believe it was indicative of the opposite – one caged by fear. One that’s
scared to plan and be disappointed; terrified to make goals, in case I miss the
goalposts. x While I had an incredible past year
of achievements, I experienced something akin to daily stress fractures on my
brain, which created fissures and cracks in my mind triggering mania and
depression in rapid cycles. Now, I have chosen to unlock the cage: I’m
committing myself fully to my creative endeavours all while travelling wherever
this wild spirit finds itself drawn to, because that spirit was slowly dying. I was not in
a good way. Now, here I am with the vastness
of life stretched out before me. These endless possibilities are exhilarating,
After a year’s unintended break,
I am drawn back to The Year of Celebration.
Today, on my late father’s birthday, I pored through emails, articles,
photographs, essays, newspaper clippings and videos. I feasted on his life. The
portion I spent with him and the portion before me. I don’t reserve that purely
for his birthday of course, but on March 4th I always celebrate him,
because often I just can’t. Sometimes, even now, the pain is too great and to remember
him is to remember that he’s gone. And when I lost him, I did everything I could
to lose myself.
I learned many things from my dad. He was my greatest teacher,
both in life and in death. His life story rivalled the best of any Shakespearean
drama, but if I could condense it into one soundbite, his birthday sums it up: March
Forth. It’s not just a date in the calendar, it’s a direction – to do
something, to go somewhere. My grief and depression following his death was the launch
pad for The Year of Celebration. I needed
to find some…
Awwww love. Wedding number 432 for this summer. Well, clearly not. But it seems that my summer has been spent dressing up to celebrate close friends tying the knot. I was happily able to witness Elyse and Andrew jumping the broom yesterday. Not so happily was that fact that I was sooo ill I could barely stand. But I soldiered on, and it was a lovely day with an incredible celebration. They did a same-day edit of all the wedding festivities and showed it at about 11pm. I nearly caught the bouquet (not normally my thing, but I decided to be a good sport about it), but then had it ripped from my hands by a clearly keener girl. Ah well, you win some, you lose some.
Today in 1908, US President Lyndon. B. Johnson was born. The following quote comes from him:
"We have talked long enough in this country about equal rights. We have
talked for one hundred years or more. It is time now to write it in the
books of law."
But his other quotes are much funnier. The man had a foul-mouth…