May we never find space so vast,
planets so cold, heart
and mind so empty
that we cannot fill them
with love and warmth...
May we never find space so vast,
planets so cold, heart
and mind so empty
that we cannot fill them
with love and warmth...
Today I spent the day in bed because I have a bad cold. This is to be expected. I’m notorious for taking on too much and then crashing hard once its all over. It’s really the only way to get me to stop, so it’s kind of good in a way.
Anyway, like the rest of the world I woke up to the news that Steve Jobs resigned as CEO from Apple. I was truly sad to hear this. I don’t know enough about Steve Jobs and how he’s portrayed as a businessman etc. But from what I know, I admire him a lot. I’m really only going off his famous speech he did at a graduation ceremony at Stanford University. I’m usually more guarded about these kinds of topics, however Steve Jobs is truly inspirational. I think it’s the fact that he’s just honest and I like that.
Since we’re on the path of honesty, I’m not afraid to say that I worry a lot and probably about things that are unnecessary. However, I can honestly say that I fundamentally believe that everything will be ok. I don’t know what that means, or even what that looks like, but I just believe it. I feel like Steve Jobs backs up this belief. Plus I always like people who have taken grand leaps of faith, because I will be for damn sure!
In case you haven’t seen the clip, here it is:
Peace out.
I’m suddenly wishing that I had been blogging this whole time. I’ve been up to quite a bit! So without further a due. I will now be a bloggin!
From now until February, I’m going to be counting down. Counting down the days like a child waiting for Santa Clause to come. In February, I plan to move to New York. I have been dreaming about this day for practically my entire life, but even more so the last eight years.
I grew up like any other Australian kid. I come from a pretty big family. We went to a public school, lived in the inner city suburbs, played sport on the weekend. My mum worked in education and my dad is a…. still unsure about what he does, its something to do with mediation. He has a law degree and used to be a Baptist minister. You know, the usual.
I don’t think life growing up was ever ‘average’ but it was pretty stock standard. This was until my mum got a job in New York and I moved there with her 3 weeks before my 15th birthday.
We arrived on January 26, 2004. I remember my first stroll down the streets of New York City. We were staying with friends in 42nd Street in Manhattan. We ventured to Macy’s to go and buy winter coats. In that very first moment, I was absolutely in love with New York. I was in awe of everything, the people, the buildings, and the sounds. I remember we walked past the New Yorker building and having that feeling like I had finally arrived.
Forward to eight years later and having spent a lot of time in New York. Lots of Thanksgivings and Christmases, a summer I spent completely alone in Brooklyn. All the work I’ve done: babysitting, working for literary agents and talent agents, working at a production company and working on a film shoot at Silver Cup Studios. All the freezing cold winters, all the crazy adventures I’ve had with friends in NY and friends from home. The ridiculous amount of movies I’ve seen there. And generally enjoying everything that is NYC.
I’ve spent all this time counting down the day when I can move to NY for good. The day I can live there in my own right and not have to go home because of school or uni. That day is probably closer than I realise.
In the mean time I have a lot of work to do. One is finishing my last semester at uni, so I better hop to it. I’ll be sure to post again soon!