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On Saying Yes and Opening Doors

2 Jun

A few years ago I watched the film “Yes Man” with Jim Carey, and a succession of bad things happened. When my friends asked me why on earth I had done things, all I could justify them with was “well, I was being more of a yes person. Rather than hiring a movie and watching it in my joggers, while eating ice-cream at speed” I thought this was fair enough. They thought me insane (April, this finger is pointing directly at you) and I soon learnt from my behaviour like a cow running at an electric fence, and resolved to go back to my comfy old NO (or as my super confident god-daughter might say, N – O spells NO!!)

But then I moved to New York for a month (“New Yoiik!” As the locals call it) alone, and decided that to enjoy my time here, I must say yes to all the things.

This weekend was a fine example of when saying yes turns out totally awesomely.

On Friday night, I said yes to drinks with my new work team. I don’t normally go out for Friday night drinks anymore, and the reasons are threefold. 1) Had got to the point where every night was drinking after work night, and I was fat and flumpy. 2) I saw no point in going for a few after work and then going home, and also saw no point in going to the pub for a tap water. 3) I liked my pjs more than I like my workmates (and I really like my workmates).

But I was being polite, and so I went out for drinks. And had a lovely time. And then, a fantastic guy who hails from San Francisco and whom I had known the grand sum of 10 minutes, invited me to a charity fundraiser.

Sounded fun. I took a cab across town with a stranger whose surname I didn’t even know, and mixed with all his friends. I bought tickets to a raffle for a Nicks game. I drank beer and danced. I had fun. I then shared a cab home with one of the friends, and split the bill with her. Perfect.

The next morning I woke up slightly worse for wear, and congratulated myself for stepping out of my comfort zone and doing something. So I did it again.

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Well, not really. If you read this blog often you will know of my great bloggy friendship with Jules (her amazing blog is here). You may not know that Jules lives in New Jersey (fuggedaboutit!) which isn’t far from Manhattan. At all. But people think me strange when I say “I’m meeting my friend. Well I’ve never met her, but she’s nice!”

So she came to town and we went for wine and champagne, followed by seafood, plus cocktails. We sat in the sun, we laughed and we talked, and although we had never met before it felt like old friends were catching up.

It was awesome.

So in summary, my sermon today ends with step out of your comfort zone, do things people think you are crazy for and enjoy yourself!

Have you ever met another blogger? I was really sad to miss Sam in London, was on my way to New York!

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When Writer’s Block Hits Like A Punch In The Face

15 Jul

Blogging always used to be my thing. You know, everyone has one. You might be a flicky eyeliner sort or a guy who always wears a suit jacket, and I was always the girl with the words.

As a kid I had words but I didn’t know how to share them; I was quiet around strangers and poured thoughts into stories and poems rather than shooting words into the breeze. As I got older I discovered the power of the pen, and later, the keyboard, and you haven’t shut me up since.

But recently the words dried up. I’m not sure if it was one thing or a series of little things piling up like bricks in a wall, but my fingers slowed on the keys and the words seem harder to write. I start, I stop, I delete, I start again. And then I sack it off and do something else.

I got tired. I lost my flow.

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But writing was always something that I enjoyed; an outlet from a busy day or a way of making heads or tails of life. And I kinda miss it. I’ve been trying to get back into the swing again and post more regularly, take more photographs and think more about what I want to say, to start sharing again.

And I totally notice the difference it makes. Gone are the days when thousands of people used to visit my blog – now my old faithful’s are the only ones that return on the sporadic occasions I write. I miss the thrill of stats checking and talking to new people, but it has really helped me to understand the people out there who I can rely on and who generally care about what I write. So thanks, and you all know who you are!

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The sun shines down on London like we finally got taken off the naughty step and were allowed back in the garden, and I’m making the most of it. I’m on a health kick ready for a holiday in a few weeks and we all know that when the weather is sunny my outlook is too.

Watch this space!