All Good Things

I really hate that old ragged cliche: 'all good things come to an end'...but the bloody thing is true...and I suppose cliches become cliches for that very reason...because somewhere in their flimsy packaging there is wisdom to be gleaned. So, with this in mind it was back to work as usual. Some people say that work gives people a sense of achievement, that it makes one appreciate one's free time. Some even go as far to say that we would quickly become bored without work...you know 'the devil makes work for idle hands' and all those jazzy biblical sayings. This is where I disagree. The people who most often say these things have obviously never A) Worked as a barmaid B) Worked as a strip tease 'artist' in 4 inch heels C) Dressed as the Duracel Bunny in a shopping mall D) Posed nude for university art classes or F) Taught English Literature to a room of bored teenagers...lol....and this is where I let you guess which one of the above I haven't done : )

Anyway, if some distant relative left me enough money to survive of for the next 50 years or so...I'd travel some more...spend months travelling India...go live in a teepee for while...go to all the places I'm scared of going...experience zero gravity...learn the Kama Sutra...become a full time writer....take up art classes....learn Japanese and French...learn to make oragami animals...go to cooking lessons...learn to sail...learn to Salsa...learn to use chopsticks elegantly...learnt to paint...take up yoga...learn to firedance...learn the violin or piano...watch sunsets...stay up all night when I felt like it...hand out compliments to strangers...learn to sit still...take up photography...start a greenhouse and grow orchids...act in silly plays...learn how to make mosaic...and how to bake cakes that don't flop...learn how to change the goddamn tires on a car...learn how to take my pc apart and put it together again...go see Cirque du Soleil...renovate a house...read to children...volunteer in an animal shelter...write letters....anyway the list is infinite.

When I'm on holiday I always wonder how I ever find time to work. Sigh. Now I'm just moaning...but cities are crazy, hives of insanity (as my beloved is fond of saying) where we live so close to eachother, always having to share our space with strangers, always moving, always working. I guess that is what's exciting about them...but also tiring. Anyhow, that's all I have to say about work. I'm glad there are some people out there who love working and keep the world running. I'm knackered and going to bed...these are the typical rantings of a girl in need of sleep.