#20 The Offcuts
Cherryade by any other name would taste as sweet
I’m going on holiday on Saturday. This is an intentional brag, by the way. I am so excited for another solo trip I could simply burst right here and now. I can’t wait to daydream all day long, read and write and soak up the very last remnants of summer. I had some of my biggest and best ideas and inspiration on my trips earlier this year. A reinvigorated motivation to be creative and pummel some energy straight into writing. All I can say is you better be prepared to be wowed because basically it seems like all my newsletters from here on will be astounding. Although no refunds if not.
Last week I was left with goosebumps from reading and listening to
’s newsletter. The premise of ‘it’s Tuesday again; stop waiting’ is to take the leap. Stop playing it safe. Seduce excitement back into your creative pursuits. Learn, grow and don’t give up. Check it out (easy read, very short and sweet). I think number 4 and 5 were my favourite lines.
I want to go to another sound bath. After getting transported into a completely different dimension at my first one back in May, I’m ready for another journey to the beyond. It was the most intense meditation ever and I felt like a supercharged human being after. I’ve bookmarked a few options already and particularly, the ones by candlelight sound fun. Very witchy. If anyone has suggestions I am all ears.
A brand new season of Married At First Sight UK starts tonight. Yippee! At work we have a ‘Reality TV’ group chat which has been tumbleweed for a while. Can’t wait to discuss the intricacies of someone else’s televised and experimental relationship at length for the next 9 weeks. Oh dating shows, how you fulfil me.
I got really pissed off the other day when I walked to Tesco and they didn’t have the exact sandwich I wanted in my meal deal. I am not going to disclose which sandwich as I am not partaking in anyone else rating my choices. I validate all my own decisions thank you very much. Isn’t it just the worst thing in the world when you’re craving something specific and you get to the shop and it’s not there. So anyway, I got a different sandwich.
I know a lot of people love the poem The Orange by Wendy Cope. So do I. The way she finds beauty in the mundane, that is what life is all about. I’ve been proactively looking out for glimmers again this week, little moments that spark joy. I started to note them all down. The first was the taste of Cherryade as a child, the ultimate weekend treat. I leave with a quest to write your own list.
