The very impulse to write, I think, springs from an inner chaos crying for order, for meaning, and that meaning must be discovered in the process of writing or the work lies dead as it is finished.— Arthur Miller
Tuesday 29 March 2011
Writing
Friday 25 March 2011
How not to live in the moment
So, I worry about things. Don't we all? A friend of mine thinks I worry more than the average bear, and told me not to worry. "Live in the moment," he kept saying.
But I'm not used to just living in the moment. I'm used to planning moments. And while the moment is happening I'm thinking about how well it turned out, how bad it's going, what's going to happen next, or where else I could be.
And, at what point does living in the moment become an excuse for destructive behaviour? A justification for doing things you wouldn't normally do? A reason to do something without thinking it through? (See? Here I am worrying about how to in the moment!)
I've been like this as far back as I can remember. Throughout my years at school I never stepped in areas that were out of bounds, always wore my hat so I could play, always submitted my homework on time, I wore my uniform correctly and was never late to class.
Even as a child, I never jumped in puddles. I didn't like playing outside so I never climbed trees, never got stung by a bee, never broke a bone jumping off the roof thinking I could fly.
And where did it get me? It got me to 21 with no exciting childhood stories. I wish someone had told me earlier I would regret being so well behaved.
I was always scared of getting dirty, of getting lost, of getting hurt. In many ways I still am, maybe even more so. Because the pain isn't just physical anymore. I'm at an age where I can over think things really well - and make things hurt more than they do, more than they should.
And, how do you just switch your mindset from one to the other? Is it something you can do overnight? (In which case I would have already failed). Does it take time? Or is it too late altogether?
Here goes, I'm resetting my cognitions.
Love, Noeline
xox
But I'm not used to just living in the moment. I'm used to planning moments. And while the moment is happening I'm thinking about how well it turned out, how bad it's going, what's going to happen next, or where else I could be.
And, at what point does living in the moment become an excuse for destructive behaviour? A justification for doing things you wouldn't normally do? A reason to do something without thinking it through? (See? Here I am worrying about how to in the moment!)
I've been like this as far back as I can remember. Throughout my years at school I never stepped in areas that were out of bounds, always wore my hat so I could play, always submitted my homework on time, I wore my uniform correctly and was never late to class.
Even as a child, I never jumped in puddles. I didn't like playing outside so I never climbed trees, never got stung by a bee, never broke a bone jumping off the roof thinking I could fly.
And where did it get me? It got me to 21 with no exciting childhood stories. I wish someone had told me earlier I would regret being so well behaved.
I was always scared of getting dirty, of getting lost, of getting hurt. In many ways I still am, maybe even more so. Because the pain isn't just physical anymore. I'm at an age where I can over think things really well - and make things hurt more than they do, more than they should.
And, how do you just switch your mindset from one to the other? Is it something you can do overnight? (In which case I would have already failed). Does it take time? Or is it too late altogether?
Here goes, I'm resetting my cognitions.
Love, Noeline
xox
Thursday 17 March 2011
La Feile Padraig
Happy St Patrick's Day!
Writing from my hotel room in Dublin.
A crazy day ahead of me and my girls.
Will post some pictures (and proper posts) soon, lots to tell you guys :)
Love, Noeline
xox
Writing from my hotel room in Dublin.
A crazy day ahead of me and my girls.
Will post some pictures (and proper posts) soon, lots to tell you guys :)
Love, Noeline
xox
Thursday 3 March 2011
Logroño: La Mejor Ciudad Para Vivir
It's official. I chose the best city in Spain to live. Not that I needed experts to tell me that, but it's nice to know there's some quantitative support to justify why I love it here so much.
According to LaRioja.com,
We (oh my god I'm talking like a local) enjoy a high quality of life. The city offers the services of a big city; minus the rush, traffic, high crime rate, snobbishness and price hikes.
For better or worse, people are starting to take notice of this once humble city.
Today my substitute Spanish teacher revealed that there is an increasing number of people migrating and immigrating to Logroño. Just 5-10 years ago, international students snubbed Logroño for bigger towns like Madrid and Barcelona. Now we're flocking in. The commercial shopping centre here called "Berceo" (which houses such brands as Zara, H&M, El Corte Ingles) didn't exist until 2003. To this day, the closest McDonalds is a bus ride away, and there is no KFC.
I hope it never loses it's character. I want to bring my kids here one day, and show them where their mama lived when she was 21. I want to bore them with stories about the club where everyone got drunk off chupitos every Thursday night, the place where I did my groceries, and the street called Calle Laurel that served amazing pinchos.
Love, Noeline
xox
Logroño: The best city to live
According to LaRioja.com,
El título es el resultado de una encuesta a más de 9.000 ciudadanos de toda España, un análisis estadístico en el que se han tenido en cuenta más de 250 indicadores, la opinión de 95 expertos en gestión urbana y una evaluación directa de méritos.
The title is the result of a survey of more than 9,000 citizens throughout Spain, a statistical analysis which took into account more than 250 indicators, the opinion of 95 experts in urban management and a direct evaluation of merit.
We (oh my god I'm talking like a local) enjoy a high quality of life. The city offers the services of a big city; minus the rush, traffic, high crime rate, snobbishness and price hikes.
For better or worse, people are starting to take notice of this once humble city.
Today my substitute Spanish teacher revealed that there is an increasing number of people migrating and immigrating to Logroño. Just 5-10 years ago, international students snubbed Logroño for bigger towns like Madrid and Barcelona. Now we're flocking in. The commercial shopping centre here called "Berceo" (which houses such brands as Zara, H&M, El Corte Ingles) didn't exist until 2003. To this day, the closest McDonalds is a bus ride away, and there is no KFC.
I hope it never loses it's character. I want to bring my kids here one day, and show them where their mama lived when she was 21. I want to bore them with stories about the club where everyone got drunk off chupitos every Thursday night, the place where I did my groceries, and the street called Calle Laurel that served amazing pinchos.
Love, Noeline
xox
Tuesday 1 March 2011
Tragedy is glamorous
There are good-looking guys that don’t get called hot because they’re too nice. They’re just cute, well-mannered gentlemen. They bring out the "awwwww" response in girls. They’re easy to approach and talk to, because their words are never full of sexual double entendres. If he wants you, it’s hard to tell because they treat you so platonically; and if you want him you feel desperate for being the one to vie for his attention.
Hot guys tend to be more confident and flirty – sometimes even rude and egotistical. They bring out the "oh, my, god" response in girls. Their smiles have too much smirk in them to be considered innocent. They don’t so much listen to you as much as they try to find opportunities to flatter you and make you nervous, or contest you so you get all worked up and call you cute for it. But you’re never the only girl they act like this towards.
Girls will tend to go for the latter kind of guy because they make your heart beat faster. They go for this kind of guy knowing they’ll get hurt. The sad part of it is that a small, sick part of them enjoys the tragedy.
Because tragedy is glamorous, and it’s all part of the thrill.
Love, Noeline
xox
Hot guys tend to be more confident and flirty – sometimes even rude and egotistical. They bring out the "oh, my, god" response in girls. Their smiles have too much smirk in them to be considered innocent. They don’t so much listen to you as much as they try to find opportunities to flatter you and make you nervous, or contest you so you get all worked up and call you cute for it. But you’re never the only girl they act like this towards.
Girls will tend to go for the latter kind of guy because they make your heart beat faster. They go for this kind of guy knowing they’ll get hurt. The sad part of it is that a small, sick part of them enjoys the tragedy.
Because tragedy is glamorous, and it’s all part of the thrill.
Love, Noeline
xox
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