The Catalyst

So far my stat counter visitor tracker thingywhatsit says that only one person besides me has viewed my blog more than once, and I know who that is because I have not yet told anyone else about it :)

But! I’m a fairly positive forward thinking person, I have a decent amount of confidence in myself (shuttup you) and I believe that one day many people will flock to read my words of wisdom. So! I think it’s time I explained a few things….

It’s all been about reminiscing so far, about past me and events that happened almost ten years ago. You must be thinking – either this girl really is obsessed with the past and needs to get a life or she has spent the past eight years in a coma and has no other memories.

Not true. I’ve been quite reflective lately for a few reasons, the actual catalyst to this blog and it’s contents was the cleaning out of my Grandma’s garage. She is moving into an old fogies villa so we had to get all the crap out of her garage where it had been stored forever. Amongst a giant pile of naked headless barbie dolls I found some relics of my more recent past. One box contained my diary from 2001/2002 – just one of those calendar ones, no ‘dear diary’ spiels and an older journal from 95-97 that had lots of random writings and ideas from a time where I could think and do anything and it never occurred to me not to try. Other items in this box were frolicking dresses (usually long and bright, purchased from second hand stores and perfect for running, skipping and swimming in) and raver paraphernalia (including a pair of jeans that were skin tight in the ass and so wide at the ankles I don’t really get how I could walk in them and one of those wrist slap band bracelets that had a small fluffy toy attached to it that still smelt strongly of medic)
Where was I?

So I found all this stuff and it got me thinking about old times. The other reason I’m all nostalgic at the moment – and probably (definitely/definately) a fairly large one – Is that I got married the other day. I'm not usually one for deep thinking and contemplation, if I feel something I usually act on it or ignore it until it goes away, but this whole getting married thing has given me reason to pause and think a little.

I guess I'm looking at my past to compare young me to current me and give myself a better idea of who I am. It's not like I'm having a massive identity crisis or anything, just need to empty myself out on the table, look at all my parts, tell myself a few stories and then put them all back in the box again.

It's a good thing to do occasionally.