Anyway, as an avid list-writer sitting in Gatwick alone with only a trashy novel, the discovery of a rogue pen amongst many feckless objects resulted in me counting up all my euro coins to buy a notebook, something, anything to write on. The huge red sign on the bank desk said NO COMMISSION so I gleefully exchanged my six euros for...£3.13. Leaving Cert Business didn't mention the exchange was this bad. I, the amateur traveller failed to read the smallprint -*on sums larger than £250* So I bought a huge coffee and wrote on the inside cover on my Greek Mythology book instead.
I decided with my newfound freedom upon leaving school and with college life on the horizon I would make a list of all the things I hope to accomplish in the near future. These included many ridiculous (get up no later than 9.30am on weekdays) and necessary (learn French grammar and syntax rules thoroughly) plans. I love planning. As previously mentioned I am an idealist so naturally, making lists and plans for me is as satisfying as a pessimist receiving bad news.
Other plans included;
- Make a mood board and style inspiration folder
- Take cookery class/buy cookbook
- Start going on walks (thought gym was too unrealistic)
Clean house everyday- Discover novel way to make money
- Failing sucessful discovery, look for job
- Drink more water
- Update blog regularly and make online contacts
- Be more positive,easier to live with
- Try read one book a week-books of substance,mags don't count.
- Tell somebody something nice/pay a compliment at least once a day for karmic relevance
- Filter crap out of wardrobe, stock up on basics i.e black,white,grey vests,cardis etc.
- Make time for relatives paying special attention to kids and grandparents
- Go to more gigs and discover new bands
- Cultivate my language skills keeping up my Irish and prepping my French for college.
And that was pretty much it.
Last night, at a midweek karaoke session ('Valerie' if you're asking) I was chatting about the aforementioned list with a friend when she admitted to me her and her mum had,the previous night made two cardboards apspiration boards if you like, with cut out photos from magazines of all their goals. Her mum had a picture of a car,a toned stomach and a baby et al. I almost fell off my bar stool at this revelation. Visual lists. Wish me luck finding a picture to represent Gaeilge amongst a sea of Vogues and Elles.
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