Am I dying? All of a sudden there seems to be a rush of love and appreciation of and about me and it’s getting really weird. I am half expecting Ashton Kutcher to pop out and tell me I’m being punked. I hope not though, I preferred Charlie Sheen.
Because I’m me, I have trouble with the concept of people appreciating what I do and as my methods suit my abilities and are not always conventional, I am often left with a lingering fear that it could have been done better or quicker if left in the hands of someone else. This means I have a tendency to revel in the mundane. I love folding washing, tidying the house, cleaning the toilet and cooking for others (not necessarily in that order) for the simple reason that I can. I find it satisfying.
When I was a child my sole ambition was to work in an office. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do exactly, just that I wanted a desk as that was what made you important. I remember watching the movie Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitters Dead and loving it because the oldest child Sue-Ellen (Christina Applegate) was still at school but managed to get a high powered job in an office.
I was always ambitious and as a child I decided to start my own business which I called Butler’s Catering Company. Catering was a slight overstatement though, what I actually did was make packet cakes to order. If Tony Abbott is having trouble balancing the country’s finances I suggest he use my method of business management. I took the orders (from family) and baked the cakes in Mum’s kitchen using ingredients that my parents paid for then when I delivered the order I kept the money. WOO HOO, pure profit! Eventually I gave up on my desire to be a high-powered business woman, around about the time I had to start paying for my own ingredients I suspect.
Lately I have been making a conscious effort to be optimistic and adopt an attitude of if something is meant to happen it will. In doing this I have gone a bit easier on myself. If I need to take a few extra seconds to walk (or in my case waddle) somewhere then so be it, if I did something and it worked then it must be right and If I like me then so will they and if not, their loss. I’m awesome. It’s very liberating.
I am currently in the process of changing my GP and going through the rigmarole of transferring medical records. My blood group is among the information and low and behold it was in me all along, life is just fine when you B+.