Fight Club

It happened to me today, the wind was knocked right out of my sails. I fought back tears of disappointment and fury over something quite petty in the scheme of things but Oh! So unjust!

This is the kind of problem that seems to arise for me when I suspect, but don't expect what the negative outcome may be (possibly a side-effect of inherent positivity?) After crawling under the covers to hide, I realised that it was necessary to use this moment wisely - to question why I was so upset. So offended! Is it an issue of true authenticity that resounds with what I am about? Or is my pride a little bruised and ego maybe bashed? These markers can help me check my direction, this can only be a good thing.

Rhythm of My Life

Eat it up! There is something so restrainedly  inner-city about this, of bright lights and a beckoning hubbub - an evocation that always puts a spring in my step. And of course the track opens as a cover of one of my most loved childhood trash tracks before continuing into another nineties' dance classic. Genius.