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Feb. 7th, 2006 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyMmmmmmm stability.
I don't know what has prompted this. I think I'm starting to let go, or starting to see how to let go, of something that I feel's held me back for a while. It was a mental state more than anything - a mode of thought that hasn't done me any good for a while but was comforting in that it was known. Letting go of the mode of thought doesn't mean letting go of the object of said thoughts, although a step back could probably help; this is all comforting and good.
Recent fluctuations in mood mean I ain't done, yet... I'm probably not even close to done with this, but for the first time an end is in sight. And it feels good.
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I'm taking some time off from work on the eleventh of March to attend the award ceremony for a poetry competition which was targeting young poets (about twelve to eighteen) of 'ethnic minority' status. It's taking place in Salisbury, and I helped to judge it. We're going along with one of Bigger's ex-lecturers, who's an absolutely fantastic man, very interested in poetry, one of whose lectures I invaded and blithered about the similarity between The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Considering he warned me he'd be stealing my ideas, I get the impression he liked me. So that's all kinda cool, really.
In the immediate future I'm going to be busting a groove up to London, in the next couple of weeks, to catch Gilbert and George's Son of a God exhibit; if I can wrangle it, and if Smaller doesn't have a job by then, she's going to come with me and we're going to try and also catch some exhibition involving William Blake. I've always loved Gilbert and George, since I saw one of their pictures in Southampton Art Gallery when I was about eleven, so this is a pretty big thing for me.
I'm also thinking more about moving on, and the amount of happy I get from the idea... this is the right time, and the right decision.
I'm really starting to feel like a grown up.
I don't know what has prompted this. I think I'm starting to let go, or starting to see how to let go, of something that I feel's held me back for a while. It was a mental state more than anything - a mode of thought that hasn't done me any good for a while but was comforting in that it was known. Letting go of the mode of thought doesn't mean letting go of the object of said thoughts, although a step back could probably help; this is all comforting and good.
Recent fluctuations in mood mean I ain't done, yet... I'm probably not even close to done with this, but for the first time an end is in sight. And it feels good.
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I'm taking some time off from work on the eleventh of March to attend the award ceremony for a poetry competition which was targeting young poets (about twelve to eighteen) of 'ethnic minority' status. It's taking place in Salisbury, and I helped to judge it. We're going along with one of Bigger's ex-lecturers, who's an absolutely fantastic man, very interested in poetry, one of whose lectures I invaded and blithered about the similarity between The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Considering he warned me he'd be stealing my ideas, I get the impression he liked me. So that's all kinda cool, really.
In the immediate future I'm going to be busting a groove up to London, in the next couple of weeks, to catch Gilbert and George's Son of a God exhibit; if I can wrangle it, and if Smaller doesn't have a job by then, she's going to come with me and we're going to try and also catch some exhibition involving William Blake. I've always loved Gilbert and George, since I saw one of their pictures in Southampton Art Gallery when I was about eleven, so this is a pretty big thing for me.
I'm also thinking more about moving on, and the amount of happy I get from the idea... this is the right time, and the right decision.
I'm really starting to feel like a grown up.
