Smiling coffee and a flying fish…

I’ve pretty much tuned my mind to look for cool stuff at every opportunity. I’ve also been asked ‘why are you so weird’ a few more times than I care to remember… How rude!

Awesome shit just happens, take my coffee smiling at me, come on it’s pretty sweet, admit it! I’ve seen flying fish, shooting stars and a tiny hippo (OK that last one isn’t true it was a hairless Guinea pig) MAGIC IS EVERYWHERE you just need to look.

The last two years of my life have afforded me huge personal growth, although that has been a very recent realisation (like recently yesterday). There is a huge difference between changing as a person and becoming the person you are, the one that is comfortable with who they are and is not afraid.

To become that you have to lose everything, possessions, people, even you for a while.

Scary shit… even if you manage to hold onto one person who believes in you, it’s a pretty dark lonely time.

There’s a story behind the flying fish, no-one believed me. No-one else was looking but they still didn’t believe me.

I saw it, it was there, it was special and I can still see it in my head. But it is attached to that awful gut wrenching feeling you get when you feel stupid, like when a teacher tells you off, or you feel humiliated and you want to vanish into a hole.

That fish will never know what it did, (but I am currently wondering whether it’s possible to purchase a flying fish motif jumper of some sort).

So ask me why I’m weird, and I’ll say it’s because I can be, It’s because I always was, and I’ll probably get weirder (I prefer awesome over weird but hey-ho).