Today, I’m just having one of those days where life just flies past without me really realizing. It probably seems like just a normal day to anyone else, nothing too special or extraordinary but to me it just seemed that it doesn’t matter how good a dream is, reality is always waiting just round the corner to smack you in the face.
I guess it wasn’t really helped when my Spanish teacher decided to add another lesson in the week for everyone, just for kicks. Sat in bed contemplating between early morning Spanish practice or a lie in, needless to say it took a lot of motivation for me to get up this morning. It wasn’t made any better when I was the only person who bothered to turn up for this little session so ended up enduring some kind of awkward, intense, individual Spanish session with a woman I’d never met. That was fun.
So, thanks to that, I had a full college day day, (cue the tiny violins) and a full day of languages at that. Spanish skills to start the day, off to English, then another English lesson, a lecture through lunch and then back to Spanish to finish.
Then, cycling back, past my house and straight up to a little coffee shop which always makes me happy. Just slowing the pace of life a little. Well until I order a drink and realize I’ve got a text to come home. So, after chugging down the milkshake, absolutely legged it home, picked up the money I’d forgotten this morning and raced back to get to the hairdressers on time. So I walked in and naturally, everyone was there with their perfect hair and me with my hair as split as a banana on a barbecue and I think a little part of the hairdresser died inside when she saw it. Anyway, cycled back, wolfed down my tea and out to do some printing and photocopying at my Dad’s work.
It struck me that so many lives are just so fast nowadays, so many going past without us really seeing them. Always onto the next thing, before you’ve time to appreciate the last.I often think about this, lying awake, listening to my clock ticking. Hearing the seconds go by, another second you wont get back, another second you can’t do anything with, another second you’ve spent lying awake contemplating this when you could be asleep. Because this is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again.
I’ve decided I want to live in France or Spain, where it’s all so chilled. Here, have a siesta, chill in the pool, it’s all good, we’ll get round to it. Or even Ireland, that’s where I really want to live. It’s all cider, shamrocks and leprechauns, how can you be anything but chilled, there’s a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow over there, it’s all singing and dancing.
So, thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to read this, because I just managed to squeeze it in, but now it’s off to my dance lesson 🙂