A Picture To Say A Thousand Words...

This is one of my happiest memories of my adult life. Dan, my Dad and I drove up to Dingle Cliffs in Malta and stopped at a gorgeous little bar which was used as an airbase during the WWII. The bar was filled full of aircraft memorablia and this is the view from just across the road, looking straight across the horizon to Africa.

In this shot I was thinking of one of my favourite books, The Valkyries (P. Coelho), and one line which has stayed with me for several years...There is more to life than what is 15 feet in front of your face.

Next time you get a chance to see the horizon for what it really is, take a moment to breathe it in and appreciate it.

Someday, Sunday

As my job exhausts me throughout the week, each weekend I make plans in my head to make the most of my free time. This plan usually consists of going to the gym both Saturday and Sunday, go on the sunbed, meet up with some friends, visit the old library in town which I've been meaning to go to since it reopened, and a number of other things.

It's now 1.23pm on Sunday. I haven't left the house in over 24 hours. Today's activities so far include:

• watched tv
• ate some cheese
• had a shower

It's not that I don't want to do the things that I planned for, I just find it difficult to remove myself from the sofa. I need more energy! Which I know would be achieved if I actually went to the gym, but then I'm back to the removal of my body from the sofa issue and I just get no where. It is a vicious circle.

Lazing around the house with Dan, watching films and making dinner just seem to appeal to me so much more than anything else. I have never been a hermit, I've always used my time effectively and got the most out of my weekends but recently I seem to not have the energy to do anything. Something must be done before I get used to this lazy life.

Well it's about time...

Over the past couple of years I have toyed with the idea of creating a blog, I even created one and got rid of it after convincing myself that I have nothing interesting/fun/important to say. But that being said here I am, after much persuasion from my best friend and my eventual understanding that what I have to say doesn't have to please others as long as it pleases me to write it.

I decided to name it after a lyric from a song writer who I love and who inspires me, a lyric which I think of most days when I walk to work. Before I went inter-railing a few years back I used to listen to this song and promise myself that when I arrived in Paris I would play it as I wandered down the Champs-Elysess and picture how Joni must have felt at her time of writing it. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, a moment where I had felt my most free.

Since I was younger I have always written whether it be short stories or even the wanderings of my mind in a diary but now I have this place to put down my thoughts...and to share them.
So to you reader, here is my first blog entry. May it be the first of many...