Sunday Morning (2)

Another Sunday blog posts, as it seem to be the only day it seems I find any motivation to write… anything.

So I’ll attempt to recap my week, which really has been a mixed bag, beginning Monday with finding out that my mother was in hospital after having an accident on my nephews foot scooter. She’s having surgery to repair her ankle she has broken in 3 places.

Tuesday I attended my first “field trip” for the year, explored part of the Kapiti Coast and learnt about how coastal erosion is threatening peoples houses along large stretches of  coastline. I also volunteered for the first time for a group called Mechanical Tempest, which is essentially a DIY bike workshop here in Wellington, my roll is to help people fix their bikes where I can.

Wednesday was almost all unmemorable I suppose. I was sick, sore throat, head cold, just the usual, really. I attended school and came home early instead of going to a poetry night here in Wellington.

Thursday ran through much the same, I met some more interesting people at school, I’m trying to be less anxious meeting people, though I think I am still struggling to convey exactly who I am as a person, at least to the people around me.

Friday was a good day, although I was sick I engaged well with both my classes, and my classmates, I finished watching The Wave, a movie which had a very clever portrayal of how quickly fascism can take hold when a charismatic leader uses the correct channels to build a sense of unity. Then after school I met my good friend Tom and watched Mad Max 3 Beyond The Thunderdome, which is really quite enjoyable.

Saturday was by far the low point of my week, simply a combination of tiredness and still being sick made much of my day at work distinctly un-enjoyable. But I finished work early and came home to watch Oliver Stone’s JFK, which really ended the week on an interesting note. Inspiring me to start reading a recent recommendation of Voodoo Histories a book on how conspiracy theories have shaped modern history.

And so today I decided to start my week fresh, with some rituals I find helpful for my mental health. Mainly spending the day cleaning my room, and watching television shows. Generally productive procrastination.

I am excited for what the new week will bring.


Sunday (Morning)

I’ve had another one of those regular Sundays. With time to kill, plans, but nothing pressing, often thinking I’d like to write something. The day started out with the refreshing reminder in the grumbling pipes under our house, that we were out of water again. So that lead to a mid morning room tidying, time spent in my room. Cleaning has really been something I have come to enjoy since I’ve moved out of home, and I think how tidy I keep my room really does fluctuate, but when it is clean, I really appreciate it. When I was at home I barely cleaned my room at all. Perhaps it’s just that pesky “growing up”.

And ah because of the drugs ingested on a number of occasions the last few days I woke up to that nagging feeling, social anxiety, general anxiety. Tiredness. Numbness. Aching. 

But after a second coffee the brain began firing as best as I could really hope for, and the body grudgingly accepted that today was a day for domestic activity. So my flatmate and I started by tracking down all the equipment required to return the water to working order. Not a huge task really, just 100-200 meters of hoses, connectors, etc. The kind of stuff likely to be lying around in a place like this. 

So 30 minutes of searching, connecting, climbing, and various running around all for the cause (wanting to shower in todays case). You can all rest easy knowing the water tank is filling as I write this. Apparently it’s not quite full enough for me to shower yet. Unfortunately. 

Then came a good hour or so of general dishes and chores, the kind I struggle to find enjoyable internal escapism generally. I just tend to stand there all in a mental funk, and think too much about things that I’d often rather not. 

And to top off my day, being the mixed bag that it has been, I’ve spent all afternoon in my room, pottering around, generally doing the things that I want to be doing. Writing, television, video games, making my bed, tidying some, and most importantly, I was alone with my own thoughts, and enjoyed myself.  

Managing a blog, managing myself.

On Wednesday last week I found out I will be starting at school on the 1st of march, now less than two weeks away. I’ve gotten as much as is currently possible done with my study link, and  I have handed in my two weeks notice to my manager, (along with another of my workmates).

So things are progressing quite nicely. Despite all of this, the high which sparked all this positive activity seems to have largely burnt out, so I’m wading through the thick mud that is my lack of motivation, or sadness, with numerous cups of coffee. 

But really I am just trying to get by, and find that motivation to continue applying myself at work, and to keep my room and my mind clean and tidy. 
Also, trying to keep writing. 

Obviously the idea is to make regular posts.

So clearly I’m trying to keep a regular blog, with regular writing hours, and to be perfectly honest I’m not sure what exactly that means. The last few days have been a pretty exciting whirlwind of activity, I’m currently trawling through paperwork online (this feels like an oxymoron) to get access to a student allowance, I’ve rounded up paperwork for enrolling at Wellington High School, I’ve performed in poetry evenings, and I’m preparing for a poetry slam tomorrow. Not to mention I’ve been cycling all around Wellington meeting the bigwigs of cycle advocacy and it’s exciting, and I’m getting involved. One concern is that I don’t really have any material for this poetry slam tomorrow. So the next few hours I’m going to see what I can whip up.


Writing again, about bicycles.

So recently in my life, through luck, stars aligning and various other coincidences I’m not sure I really believe in yet, I’ve wrangled up the chance to write a short piece on some aspect of cycling for a Wellington based network of bloggers called The Wellingtonista, and apparently this is their deal.

“The Wellingtonista is a blog about the things we love about the city we love. Since 2005, we’ve been promoting and writing about its many interesting aspects: places to get drunk, things to go and see, events to participate in, bands to listen to, places to get drunk, plays to watch, comments on local news, restaurants to eat in, and (sometimes) places to get drunk.”

So something, along those lines, with a cycling twist. Which I guess really makes it quite simple.
But my current struggle is with settling down on specifics as I’m sure they had something in mind when I spoke to my friend, but at the time I failed to really pay enough attention to what that was.

For now I will continue to send emails and see if I can work it all out.

Writing and Cycle touring. Take 2

So recently I’ve been out riding, I took some time off work to go ride my Long Haul Trucker for a few days around the southern tip of the North Island, places like Pencarrow Head, Corner Creek, The Pinnacles, Cape Palliser, White Rock, Martinborough, and all beautiful spots in between. Finally taking the time out of my day to day life to go on an adventure, even if only for 4-5 days. I had originally planned to take up to 6, or even 7 days to do this bit of a tour around, but sadly funds drying up a little. Not to mention the small details which just simply don’t always go to plan.  So now, I am home again in South Karori, my own little patch here, in the valley. It’s really the place I’m starting to fall in love with, Wellington, and this part of New Zealand.

Lately I’ve been talking to a lot of writer friends, and thinking about my own ambition as a young writer, and specifically whether or not my current lifestyle choices of full time work etc. are fulfilling what I wished to achieve when I first came to Wellington. Now after working full-time for the last 5 months I’m starting to look at my options in returning to school, possibly working part time, to achieve all I need to start University in 2014. The prospects of learning more about myself and the subjects I am truly passionate about is incredibly exciting to me, and I look forward to challenging myself, stepping outside of my comfort zone.

The next few weeks are certainly full of a series of goals I would like to pursue and see where it could lead in the long run.