The Journey Begins…

After 6 months of planning, working for 7 days a week, and saving like the pound sterling is going out of fashion, I’ve finally arrived at the point of beginning my travels.

It seems so long ago when I first made the decision to go travelling, but the time between then and now has passed so quickly and I seem to have forgotten all the research I did 4 months ago into where to go and what to do. With 2 days to go until I board the plane, I still have a gig to perform and all my packing to conquer. To say I feel under-prepared is a somewhat of an understatement. Whilst this terrifies me, it might not necessarily be a bad thing.

Those that know me, will know that I love planning and being organised. The idea of being unprepared makes me feel very uncomfortable. This is why I have mixed feelings ahead of my trip. I am looking forward to meeting new people, seeing new sites and learning new things, but I am also very apprehensive simply because I don’t know what to expect. I guess although I am comfortable and used to the idea of of travelling alone, the reality of it is still unknown territory and not knowing is what makes me nervous.

One of the many purposes of my trip however, is to learn to be more spontaneous. I want to be able to relinquish control and not only be able to cope, but enjoy what may follow. I am also looking to be inspired again. The last few years of my life have been rooted in routine. I have been constantly working towards something and whilst that gave me a sense of purpose, I forgot to enjoy ‘today.’ I want to feel excited about something without worrying about something else. I want to enjoy something fully without feeling an ounce of guilt. I want to know what it is to be truly carefree, if only for a short while.

And so my journey is about to begin. For the next 5 months, it’ll be me, my backpack and 5 different countries. First stop: Bangkok.


The Joys of Weekend TV

In the recent weeks, X-factor has been the end of severe criticism over its motives of finding a credible, well deserved act. Things were further exasperated by the axe of Lucie Jones last week in favour of John and Edward. There was an outrage that a pair of twins prancing around in red catsuits was chosen to stay in the competition over a girl who could actually sing, to the point where many vowed to boycott the show entirely.

Personally, I agreed with the general public outcry, but was it not the public vote that determined the so-called tragedy?! – You can’t blame Simon Cowell for our desire for novelty. If I am honest I really don’t care about who wins – I only watch it as a source of entertainment. In fact, the show would be far more boring if the worse people did get voted off in an orderly manner – I doubt I’d watch it at all.

Is it a singing competition? No, but as long as everyone is still filling up twitter and facebook with comments about what’s happening, and it continues to brings people together in their front rooms, then it still has a purpose.

Missing Christmas

Earlier this week, I saw my first Christmas-themed advert of this year, and rather than being filled with joyous thoughts and Christmas cheer, I instead, wanted to throw something (preferably large and heavy) at the TV.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the values of Christmas and I look forward to seeing and spending time with family and friends but I feel that to many, Christmas is no longer about a celebration of what we have, but a glittering showcase of what we want – it has become a commercial machine to make us want more, buy more and waste more.

I believe there is such a thing as too much of a good thing and starting the money-making frenzy that is Christmas in October, is quite frankly, ridiculous. I remember as a child looking forward to Christmas because it only happened once a year. It was the waiting that made it exciting, but now that it’s here for about a quarter of the year, any magic and thrill of anticipation has clearly been destroyed.

A mixture of curiousity and fear of being left behind has finally motivated me to ‘get involved’ in blogging and although I find it highly unlikely that others will take the time or care enough to read my ramblings, I have decided to throw caution to the wind and do it anyway.

I think that one of the main reasons I haven’t done this earlier is because I am genuinely scared of what others think of my thoughts. Blogging to me, is such an exposing outlet to express my views – after all, the whole world is watching, seeing and judging. I feel as though everything I post is potentially subject to ridicule and once it is out there, anything I write is very difficult to take back.

However, despite this I am ready to take on this new challenge and embrace the joys of blogging in the hope that it will grant me a better understanding of both myself, and new technology.