The Bucket List

Inspired by Brooke Burke’s twitter post (her bucket list) yesterday and spurred on by snowballing thoughts of what I’d rather be doing… I took some time to come up with a list of my own…

You’ll find a theme or two running through the list… but what does your list say about you? Send me what’s on your list and we’ll see if one day we’ll all be <spoiler alert!> taking a trip on the Orient Express together one day!

My Bucket List*
– Own a house in the South of France, with lots of outside space for kids to run around and not too far from the sea
– Have kids… for the running around outside of the house!
– Spend weeks at a time at said SoF house
– Work from home with flexible hours (i.e. I say when I work, maybe blog for a living!)
– See Tigers in India
– Dance at Pineapple Dance Studios (Anyone else loving Louis on Sky1?)
– Go on a mega-luxury blow out holiday somewhere hot – just once – just the two of us
– Go skiing, complete with log cabin and roaring log fire (will also need to add ski lessons here!)
– Celebrate my birthday at the Carnival in Rio de Janiero
– Win Strictly Come Dancing (OK, I know you have to be a celeb to get in in the first place, but I might get spotted at Pineapple, you never know!)
– Visit Japan – bullet train, Tokyo, Kyoto (staying in a traditional Ryokan, see a Geisha show and Sumo)
– Go to Paris for the weekend on EuroStar (yes, even though I might spend half my trip sub Channel – as long as it’s 1st class sweetie!)
– Buy something from Cartier
– Own ruby shoes (real ones… rubies, I mean, not shoes… well shoes as well obviously!)
– Charter a yacht and spend a week sailing round the med
– See the Grand Prix at Monaco
– Take a trip on the Orient Express
– Always be in love (OK, pinched that one form Brooke, but how lovely would that be?!)
– Have happy kids that get what they want out of their lives

*Version 1. I wonder how often or how soon the list will change…

The Green Green Grass

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about work/life balance (again!). The outcome of my ruminations, mostly, seem to be that I need less (or no) work and more life. I watched Revolutionary Road over the weekend and it struck me that the main character in that story was seeking the exact opposite.

So is it a case of the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence? Or, is it that what we need to do is follow the advice of many psychologists and learn to be happy with what we have? What is it that keeps us wanting more?

I read a quote once that said something about loving what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life. I don’t love what I do. I know of only 2 of my friends who do love their jobs. The rest of us do it to pay the bills and support the lifestyle that we want to live… Well, sort of. I’m sure that there’s a negative impact on that lifestyle from the burden of the jobs that grind us down.

Maybe I need a change of career. I’m looking for flexible working hours, preferably working from home/anywhere I happen to be. A job that’s interesting and varied and presents the oportunity for creativity, a daily sense if achievement, not too much stress and a good dose of smiling and laughter.

Anyone got any suggestions? Oh, and if it paid enough to allow me to live in a nice warm place near a beach that would be a bonus!

Happy Birthday

It seems I share my birthday with many people from various walks of life; Jamie Murray, Peter Gabriel, Peter Hook, Kim Novak, George Segal, Mena Suvari, Rizzo from Grease!!!! and of course the inimitable Mr. Robbie Williams. Oh wait, they’re all mostly from film and music. Well there’s, more. Honest. Check out Wikipedia.

I came across the old Wednesday’s Child poem and after some quick maths (well an internet calculator) worked out that I was one of them (as is Mr. Williams). Full of woe, apparently. Haha, that explains a lot! Maybe that’s why I had to force myself to be positive for the entire month of December last year? Now, if they’d said Wednesday’s child is clumsy as hell, I would be nodding like the proverbial dog. (For example I’ve just taken a sip of diet coke from an almost empty can and managed to pour the whole lot down my cheeks and onto my knees!).

I suppose I can take refuge in the fact that I’m not a Thursday’s child – Far to go – like Jamie Murray. But then given he’s a Wimbledon winner, I’m thinking I should take more refuge in the fact that it’s a clearly a load of poppycock!

So every year for as long as I can remember, and probably for longer back than that, I have gotten uber-excited about my birthday. Because I get presents? Yes. Because I’m now definitely older than I was last year? When I was a teenager, maybe. Now… not so much. Because for the whole day people treat me like I’m special? (hey, I know what youre thinking!  not in that way!) Yes. Probably.

Do I not feel special every day? Not particularly. Would I want to feel special every day? I’m not sure. If you felt that way every day wouldn’t it become the norm and no longer be special?

Whilst you ruminate on that last question, I’ll be (hopefully) unwrapping gifts, blowing out candles and generally lapping up all that extra love and attention! (not that I’m unloved or neglected on any given non-birthday day… but you do get more on your “special” day, dont you?!).

As John Lennon said, “Another year over, a new one just begun…” No wait, wasn’t that the last blog? Oops! Bubbles going to my head! If it’s your birthday today too – Happy Birthday To You! 🙂

Brand New Year, Brand New You

Firstly, I’ll start with an apology. It’s been too long since my last blog. Partly because I had a very fun but very hectic holiday period, partly because I got out of the habit and partly because New Year always brings about a time of contemplation for me. This year my contemplation time was a little longer than usual, but that’s a different blog!

I don’t think I’m alone in viewing each New Year as a new start. I’m probably not alone in wondering why we put off positive changes till the first day of next year, why we wait to start the diet “on Monday”. Are we a world of procrastinators? Or is that just me and everyone I know?

I thought the only thing I procrastinated about was getting out of bed (hence why I’m sitting on a train rather than at my desk!) But now, I’m not so sure.

Maybe it’s because I’m lazy, maybe I get bored easily or maybe I don’t want a brand new me. Maybe I kinda like the me that I already am. So many questions… I’m procrastinating again!