This year I have one, solitary resolution.
It will change my life, I am convinced.
Wear. More. Heels.
I will do this for 2 reasons...
1 - They make me feel, walk and look better.
2 - They make it difficult for me to run after people that I am not prepared to take them off for.
The random ramblings of an aspiring Poet, tilted on one side and uneasy on the other - Given to Natalie A Fiawoo S.O.A.P
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
New beginnings
I was
reminded this week that I hadn’t blogged since November and took that as a
silent instruction to add some content.
Outside of my day job I have always done events based work for friends, for myself and also in a small part for my previous employer. I enjoy this very much and taking the leap to give it a go has come at a very natural point in my life that I can only assume God has led me to.
A lot has
happened in the past couple of months and in amongst that I have gained a new
niece (I already have 3 nieces and 2 nephews) and have also left my job on 4thn
Jan.
The decision
to leave my job wasn’t an easy one and many a dialogue (both internal and
external) went on to make sure that it was the right one and though I am still
unemployed I am not yet worried. I have worked in accounting for the past 11
years and while I do enjoy it and am good at it I wanted to take the successes
of the last year and the experience that I have gathered over the past 5 years
and use it to propel myself into a new and currently uncomfortable zone.
Outside of my day job I have always done events based work for friends, for myself and also in a small part for my previous employer. I enjoy this very much and taking the leap to give it a go has come at a very natural point in my life that I can only assume God has led me to.
This year I
will be working very hard to increase the services and successes of Purple Hill
(www.purple-hill.co.uk) my Event Planning
and Artist Assistance Company as well as looking for my first Events/Marketing
full time job. I will also be heading the Oxjam Shoreditch Festival Team again
and we will be working very hard to bring you a better and more exciting event
this year. I think that I will end up with my fingers in many pies this year
but I am prepared and excited for all of the ups and downs and learning’s and
successes.
If you or anyone
you know would like to discuss the things that I have mentioned above then
please do get in contact at Natalie@purple-hill.co.uk.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Pt 1
What if?
I mean.
Every action has a consequence and perhaps this is that for me?
Had many chances to allow my body to do what He built it for but I put bad decisions and circumstance in the driving seat and encouraged them to lead the way.
Looked opportunity and blessing dead in the eye and drove right on by.
Never held on to a bigger regret.
Now said same body isn't quite the same.
Imbalance and karma adjusting purpose and purpose shrugging its shoulders in impassive dismissal.
I knew they were bad decisions.
Knew it wasn't what I wanted but my own fear of disappointing those I cared for the most took my hand and carefully, silently black markered my destiny in my own font.
Even though we made those decisions together, I am sincerely happy that only one of us may never have a chance to rewrite the story.
To have 2 lives effected by the whims of youth would be heartbreaking.
I want to tell you, because I am certain that only you will really understand but I am not convinced that it is the right thing to do.
I just hope you take that step and live a full and happy life appreciating every second chance that you have been given.
SOAP Blogging on the go...
I mean.
Every action has a consequence and perhaps this is that for me?
Had many chances to allow my body to do what He built it for but I put bad decisions and circumstance in the driving seat and encouraged them to lead the way.
Looked opportunity and blessing dead in the eye and drove right on by.
Never held on to a bigger regret.
Now said same body isn't quite the same.
Imbalance and karma adjusting purpose and purpose shrugging its shoulders in impassive dismissal.
I knew they were bad decisions.
Knew it wasn't what I wanted but my own fear of disappointing those I cared for the most took my hand and carefully, silently black markered my destiny in my own font.
Even though we made those decisions together, I am sincerely happy that only one of us may never have a chance to rewrite the story.
To have 2 lives effected by the whims of youth would be heartbreaking.
I want to tell you, because I am certain that only you will really understand but I am not convinced that it is the right thing to do.
I just hope you take that step and live a full and happy life appreciating every second chance that you have been given.
SOAP Blogging on the go...
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Questions
"What does it taste like?" He asked.
"Like heaven"
I replied
"Like the birth of civilisations and tribes.
Scattered nations following talking drum rhythms, reconnecting their stories."
I continued.
"Like the bitter sweet syrup of life and truth.
Sugar frosted dandelions. The desire for the crystals to tickle your tongue out weighing the somewhere in the back of your mind fear that picking them will inflict nocturnal incontinence."
"It will cast long forgotten spells, shadowing your subconscious with forgetfulness. Creating space for memories of a place called home."
I met his eye. He smiled and I left him where he stood.
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"Like heaven"
I replied
"Like the birth of civilisations and tribes.
Scattered nations following talking drum rhythms, reconnecting their stories."
I continued.
"Like the bitter sweet syrup of life and truth.
Sugar frosted dandelions. The desire for the crystals to tickle your tongue out weighing the somewhere in the back of your mind fear that picking them will inflict nocturnal incontinence."
"It will cast long forgotten spells, shadowing your subconscious with forgetfulness. Creating space for memories of a place called home."
I met his eye. He smiled and I left him where he stood.
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The Thames
Wrap me cocoon like in warm fuzzy memories.
The kind that glaze and glisten over distant eyes.
Remind me of the heat that can be created when connected souls touch fingertips.
Write me letters that tell tales of what once was and may very well be again.
Whisper soft possibilities.
Tickle my spine with forgotten narratives and hum the melody of familiarity.
Committed and devoted to a million and one things.
Just not to Love.
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The kind that glaze and glisten over distant eyes.
Remind me of the heat that can be created when connected souls touch fingertips.
Write me letters that tell tales of what once was and may very well be again.
Whisper soft possibilities.
Tickle my spine with forgotten narratives and hum the melody of familiarity.
Committed and devoted to a million and one things.
Just not to Love.
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange
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