It’s weird how with some words, only one version of them is used.
You never hear about ‘requited love’, for example. Even Google, our cultural overseer and curator, is hesitant to acknowledge the phrase:
When I click ‘Search instead for songs about requited love’ it just brings up some crappy mix-tape that’s out of stock:
This isn’t how it should be. We should be singing about the requited rather than the unrequited.
So go forth and requite your love. Inform your lover that their love for you is requited, vigorously and for evermore.
Here’s an emoticon I invented a while back:
It’s a heilan coo (highland cow):
I’m a cosy sleeper, and basically guaranteed a comfortable night’s sleep wherever I lay my head.
Unless it’s a coach seat, in which case I’m basically guaranteed a terrifying bout of sleep paralysis. But that’s another story.
This cosiness is a blessing and a curse: I never have issues with nodding off but getting up in the morning is tormentous horror.
Makin’ my way to the alarm (source)
Over the years I’ve tried numerous techniques and ‘hacks’ to ease the transition to being awake and, predictably, none have worked.
Last week though, it finally clicked:
- The 10 seconds after you wake up are vital.
- Having the conviction to tell yourself you’re not going back to bed and sticking to it is vital.
- Strengthening that conviction is the skill you need to practice, rather than weird hacks.
Hiding the alarm, setting custom ringtones, leaving abusive notes from my bedtime-self to my morning-self, creating elaborate snooze systems – all of these techniques have been rendered pointless by that one realisation.
Just get up, and stay up.
The first few minutes are awful. You’rea groggy husk of your daytime-self, shuffling about the house while your eyes try to catch up with your brain and start processing visual signals rather than just showing you a blurry and ambiguous world.
A surprisingly short time after that though you feel fresh, and ready to greet the day.
Why, hello! (Source)
I find snippets occasionally that encapsulate a cool aspect of life, or motivate me to make a small change to the way I do things.
Collating them into a central blog post just struck me as a good idea, so here goes (note: by their nature these are probably going to be relatively trite, so lower your expectations now):
- Spend as much time as possible doing things you’d choose to do if money wasn’t a factor. Live in a way that facilitates this. (Source: me)
- Give a crap about the things you’re doing, try to arrange things so you can do things you give a crap about. (Source: me)
- Don’t let life randomly kick you into the adult you don’t want to become. (Source: Chris Hadfield)
Frank Turner describes twitter as an “essentially frivolous medium”:
I agreed with him until something really cool happened that changed my mind: I tweeted Snarky Puppy and the Metropole Orkest lamenting that I’d missed tickets for the tour where they’d be performing their incredible album ‘Sylva’:
I figured the most that would happen would be either a) someone recognised the Flight of the Conchords reference and favourite the tweet, or b) someone in one of the ensembles would see the tweet and get a brief fuzzy glow of approval.
Little did I realise that c) would happen:
This turned into an email exchange with Pieter and later Iris from the Orkest who offered to save one of the tickets they had available, despite all sites saying it had sold out.
I said yes (despite the extravagance of going to Paris overnight to see a concert) and it ended up being probably the best live music I’ve ever seen.
Gaël, twitter user and fellow but unknown attendee, articulated it perfectly:
Moral of the story? I want to say “ask questions and you’ll be surprised at the outcome” but here, I just whined in a public forum and happened to luck out.