I have been inspired.

I met this very striking lady when I went on my Matjiesfontein road trip. Her name is Buckley and she’s a musician; a singer/ pianist.
I’ve always had a thing for the piano, nothing to is more beautiful, more melodic. I feel like my soul is rejuvenated every time I sit in front of one, like my soul moves briefly into the piano and is bounced from string to string until it resonates within the hollows and becomes the music, then leaps back into me, energised and revitalised.

Buckley seemed very much like a free spirited gypsy with a deep love of music and a plan to go to New York. She told me this in September. Yesterday, whist on facebook, I noticed some pictures tagged of her in what looked like a wedding dress, smoking a cigarette with big black combat boots peeking out from underneath the abundance of billowing white. It was poetic. At first, I thought it must be a dress up party, but upon closer inspection, the truth was revealed. She was in New York, and decided to get married on an absolute whim. She had found the dress (which didn’t quite fit- it was a little baggy) at the Salvation Army that very morning (Yesterday) for $19, it had never been worn and she took this as destiny. She made this monumental decision completely impulsively and I’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful, free and happy.

I am inspired by her- she is more brave than I’ll ever be. Imagine sailing a ship in a random direction without a compass or a care…this is effectively what she’s done. How admirable.

Congratulations Buckley.

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Pre-Christmas lethargy and some bugs.

Ok, so am feeling somewhat better since my last post. Which is probably why such a considerable amount of time has passed...
Sorry clearly I'm not too hot at this blogging thing.

There is an overwhelming sense of lethargy in Cape Town at the moment. I think it's due to to the fact that the mall Christmas decorations have been up for 2 months now; so technically speaking, we're bombarded subliminally for about 85 days before the big day.
No wonder I'm a mad hooligan shopper girl that drastically overspends and decorates willy-nilly as soon as I'm set free from the throes of work. But until the sweet release of leave, here I stew in the thickening pot of lethargy, resistance and what seems to be some kind of bug. Yes, you heard me right the glamorous magazine is infested with invisible bugs- we're all being bitten it's not just a bout of schizophrenia on my part. I feel myself twitching and paranoid whenever I feel anything/nothing- as attractive as red itchy bumps are, I think I'll pass...

I am unbelievably glad that it's Friday- I think I've been conditioned to feel this way like Pavlov's dogs- so I'm just going to go with the rush of endorphines that come with Fridays and enjoy them. Also I'm going to the beach for sundowners. :)

The pursuit of happiness.

Have you ever wondered what constitutes happiness? What makes people happy, I mean truly delirious, belly aching, eye-brimming happiness?
Well, this is what's been occupying my thoughts for some time now. (And has ironically, made me decidedly unhappy)
Ok, suppose you're an ordinary person; not rich, not poor, not fat, nor skinny- just middling, picture Goldilocks' dream scenario. Yet, you're still restless and dissatisfied. This is where I'm at right about now.

I've been playing the dangerous 'if only' game lately:
If only...I could find the love of my life.
If only...I'd studied something else.
If only...I took that gap year.
If only...I lived overseas.

You get the gist. (don't try this game, is incredibly unsettling- don't say I didn't warn you)

The weird thing is that I know exactly what my problem is- I'm living in the past and the future but not in the present, case in point: "It's almost Friday- yay!" then Friday comes round and low and behold, I'm not magically transferred to fabulous party with my pick of gorgeous eligible bachelors, nope, instead I get: It's Friday, whoo fucken hoo.

But my main problem is perfectly articulated by the following Nietzsche quote: "He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."

Hence the commencement of my blog, not that blogging gives me a life purpose, but it does distract me a little, and at this point a distraction from myself is as good as creme brule.

Ms Anthropy