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.
Bike Everywhere helps you to bike everywhere
This is the article I wrote recently for the Wellingtonista
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.
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.
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.
And sick days are spent in a haze of popped pills and wishing.
Wasting time, lines or shitty rhymes, do as you please.
I can’t pick if you’ll miss me, sit, watch, and wish with me.