Beds

I have discovered a little obsession of mine - beds and bedding and making the best space to spend a third of your life in. Yes, it is not taken seriously enough by far. You need the right mattress, you need the right sheets, the right duvet and hte right pillows. Then that whole concoction needs to be placed strategically in the room. It's not easy - no one ever said it would be.

But oh boy, the joys of moving house. Not just do I have a sensational new size of bed to work woth (yes, that's right, I've moved up in the world from single to double bed) but also a room big enough that several positions for the bed present themselves. An addict has found her fix.

Oh, I worry about other people too much. I just find them so confusing. But this is not what this blog is meant to be about (unless people start commenting and help me out here...). I could also write about what I expect from life or where I see mine going but who would actually read that. Maybe more about that later.

Disney Songs

Have we just grown out of touch with our emotions, or have we grown up? Lately I have come to wondering about how strongly to ‘feel’. This sounds like such an odd worry to have but I encounter more and more people too scared too let themselves care about others, people too scared to really let others in, too scared to do things that really matter. Are we just scared of the responsibility that comes with it – the fact that someone else actually relies on us?

It is scary, I am not saying I don’t understand, but I do think it wrong to interpret that fear as a sign that we shouldn’t do it. Why not be there for someone else, do something for them you didn’t need to – call them, make time for them, do something for them that might send you out of your way. See what’s the worst that can happen because it might also just be the most rewarding thing you’ve done lately.

And before any of my friends read this and have a go – no, this is not about one person in my life right now. I was rather listening to some old Disney soundtracks I re-discovered on my laptop, and it made me wonder about growing up to no longer wear our hearts on our sleeves – a lesson everyone seems to have learnt but me, but does that make me the foolish one? Is it a lesson that can ever be undone again? That’s what I am scared of… what about you? Can you truly still, well, 'feel' with all your heart, or is there always that little something holding you back? Why can't you dance like no-one's watching?