Yesterday I was untimely dragged off to be sociable with my neighbours. I was sociable and clearly abandoned my blogging duties. I shall resume.
So, aside from working in a pay-the-loan-off job and wondering where my smart clothes are (in the wardrobe, too tight and yet another reason to get fit!), I've been seeing a guy. He's tall, funny and intelligent but something wasn't right. There was no spark, no zing, no excitement.
And it struck me today after we decided it wasn't worth persuing as a romantic venture that the spark has left me too. It's lost, hidden under time spent answering phones to thankless customers who don't know my name or the effort I've made in my education.
I need to get that spark back. I need to get excited about something in my own life before I can consider sharing that spark with anyone else.
The hints of it are there and, without getting too lost in this metaphor (although really I'm so far into it already let's just run with it) , I need to get moving to fan that spark into life.
2 comments:
Where was the last time you saw your spark? That's usually the best place to start looking.
I last saw it in Copenhagen... and as much as I'd love to start looking there I might have to make it a metaphorical search based on current issues surrounding employment...!
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