Stuff for a crumby week


So I know I said I wasn’t going to have any of ‘those’ weeks this year. Well, apparently they found me some how. In the same way ants always manage to find that one stash (or two) of cookies you hide for when you really want a cookie. Thankfully I eat most things rather quickly and ants don’t have time to find them. But that’s not the point.

One of ‘those’ weeks found me.

Thankfully, I’m still in one piece. I’d like to stay in bed all day…so…in the way all bad weeks should finish but never normally can, I’m going to do just that.

It’s a long weekend! Yay! And I have nothing planned for the Friday, so Friday, I shall stay in bed…and probably go for a run because I’ll feel like a fatty after my third breakfast while still in my pjs. YOLO!

Anyway, to finish my bad week I’d thought I would blog. But everything I want to write seems to get depressing quick. Instead, I’m just going to post a whole heap of songs I like (ok…not that many) this week. And a few quotes to finish it all off.

Before I go, because I had a random thought and listened to a good song, here’s my bubble concept. I have a tendency to give too many cares (normally I would swear here but I decided I’m cutting down on that). So I have developed a bubble concept. Inside my bubble is me, and things like people dying…you know uncontrollable things, they’re allowed inside that bubble. I can care about those, because I have to. But what I can control, what doesn’t actually directly affect me, that’s on the outside of the bubble.

It doesn’t means I don’t care when friends are upset, when they are stressed. But it’s not my bubble. Because you can’t take on the world’s worries when the world needs someone to figure out how to over come them somehow.

My bubble concept is the start of me stepping back from life and focusing on exactly what I want from it and what it needs from me. Things are not nearly as big of a deal as they are made out to be.

I have a whole heap of cool stuff to tell you all, but not just yet. I promise it will be cool! (well, it is to me. Most of you will probably think I’m nuts. But what’s new?)

For now, I’m just going to love my own company in my misery and take ‘me’ day.

This song is from Nashville, if you’re not watching that TV series, you should be!

This song I just love. Love, love, love.

The lyrics in this are just…they’re perfect. Actually, this is just the best song ever. (find the original if you want a raw version :))


“The first step toward getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.”

“When you look at a person, any person, remember everyone has a story. Everyone has gone through something that has changed them.”

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” – Nelson Mandela

“One finds limits by pushing them.” – Herbert Simon

“Either you run the day or the day runs you.” – Jim Rohn

“When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.” – Lolly Daskal

“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.” – George Adair

“You might have to fight a battle more than once to win it.” – Margaret Thatcher

And this is one from me: “I am not entitled to anything. Everything I gain, I must work for. Every opportunity I stumble across was because I took the right path to find it.”


When was this ever music!

I need to have a serious whinge. It’s about music. And it’s the first time I have seriously stopped listening to a song. Purely because it can not seriously be what the music industry has come down to. Britney Spears has been a bit of a hot mess over the years, I used the word ‘bit’ with more serious understatement than I have ever used. I consider singing, good rap and an intelligently strung together set of notes that sound exceptional through my car radio music. This: well, this is not any of those things.

My first serious problem with this ‘song’:

The amount of singing, while not half bad when it happens, is so minimal I can not deem it a song.


Her accent, when talk singing is English, she’s not English. She’s American. I’ve never heard an English accent come out of her mouth… why does she suddenly have an English accent?!


While admittedly most pop songs are repetitive and pointless this one takes that, just a little bit further. 

It simply is not a song.

It should not be in any form of ‘top’ count down and millions of people should not listen to it. Why? Why is she still trying?

That was mean, but when that is what makes up our charts rather than people who deserve a shot, well that just brings out my grumpy side. Now, where is the nearest flat surface for me to stomp my feet?

Here’s the crutch. Stand on your own two feet.

Breathe. Deeper. One more. Now smile. Find a song. Sing it loudly. Breathe again. Smile some more. Ignore racing heart. Stand taller. Turn the music up. Once more. Breathe. One more. Smile. Sing. Breathe. Smile. Breathe. 

Let the tears make their way through the drawn on happiness. It’s ok you know. You ask yourself once more. Does anyone care? Yeah. Someone must. The morning takes too long to warm a cold body. Sunshine doesn’t quite reach the heart. Mist covers the hurt. Traffic hides the noise of a heart beating too hard for its chest. This is it. This is the start of life. That’s what they say. We’re young. We’re made for this. Talk till 2am. We’re still alone. You know. Just inside that’s the way. Winter does this. Sad songs explain this. 

Get in the car. Watch the petrol gage. Light comes on. Keep driving. It’s dark. Wonder where we’ll end up out here. Turn that music up. Rain is always colder when you’re watching it fall. Leave no stone unturned. No road untraveled. Let the moments take you. Fall to pieces. 

This is just it. Run or stand. Here we are. Time takes its toll. Nothing but love. That’s what we want. Nothing but hate. Isn’t that what we all give? Stand on your own two feet. So they cut them off. Here you are. 

Breathe. Deeper. One more. Now smile. Find a song. Sing it loudly. Hold breath. Close eyes. Smile fades. Heart races. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.