A moment in London

It seems that life is forever more side tracking me, pulling me towards the observation of, but seldom the translation onto the page - this will change. This must change!

Yes. So I am in London. It's big, and grey for the most part. There are so many people and everyone does their own daily stampede to and fro. It's thrilling and I am revelling in the challenge of making my own way here. I see everything, register even more, love to eavesdrop - it's quite fantastic the things one over hears on the public transport. My god, public transport is fantastic (for the most parts).

The move here was an organic one : Not challenged, inspired or motivated in Cape Town, I felt purposeless and distracted, dusting away into the easiness of the most beautiful place in the world. Of course, coming London means a million more distractions, but it is different. Because there is so much to choose from, I become selective and (once more) observant, rather than complacent because it feels like the same thing over and over again.

My purpose here: To do exactly what I want to do, no compromise. This sounds somewhat hedonistic; what I mean is that I have done a full circle of trying to find that one thing, filter my interests and talents into one thing that will grip grasp me and give me definition. Purpose.

Instead of being the best at one thing, I have decided that I will be good (striving for best) at many things. I neglected my passion for performance since I dropped out of theatre school, yet it is the only thing that makes sense. Another full circle. I am making music again, inspired by the colour of London, the texture of life in anonymity. I am writing.

My ultimate job title: I am creatively opportunistic. Has a ring to it, no?

I feel like I am breathing deeply, a million moments for me of unfamiliarity and newness. It's exhilarating. And it tingles. I feel bravely happy.