i'm turning the big 2-0 next year. this is no particularly significant milestone, nor is it anything remarkable. but the fact that i'm shedding my teenage skin, hopefully living in a foreign country and finding who i am seems all so "big deal." it's also forcing me to ponder about the reality of life, the aging process and what i've accomplished to date. i mean i remember being thirteen and thinking that by 20 i would have a banging boyfriend, the biggest social butterfly and all that adult stuff sorted out. fast forward to six years and i still don't know what the hell is going on. i mean i have a plan, not made out of stone but something to keep me preoccupied. i mean i have big dreams and aspirations and fantasies painted vividly in my brain. but at the end of the day they still feel like wishlists i've been composing since i was a child. i find it's moments like these, when i read and listen to other people play out their lives, when i ponder about the future and consider not the prospects but the inevitable morphism into adulthood, that i really ought to do something about it.
it's also times like these i question everything about what i believe, what i want in life, who i'm living for, how to act, how to accept, moving on and moving into new motions of existence. i question where i'll be in ten years, who i'll be with in ten years, will i be living in australia? will i have made something out of myself? will i work a dead end job that i hate? will i become a drug addict? will i become an international superstar? will i live a humble life? will i live a life reflecting not a religion but the greatest person to have ever graced the planet- Jesus Christ? you know deep shit.
i mean i can't help it. it seems like questions such as those automatically come into being at the thought of growing up. i understand, we don't have to have it altogether and things can change. but i wish as i wrote this i could safely say i was content and happy and sure in myself and my faith. but something innate i guess is dormant. maybe i really need to see the world, maybe i need to let loose, maybe i need to learn the lessons (as hard as they can be). maybe then i can see that this life, and all those questions are frivolous if the end goal is to live a life so much bigger than yourself.
love,
ps. it's easier said than done though.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
thought# 229- my grown up christmas list
it is a month and a bit more until the wonderful day of christmas. i honestly wonder why i still continue making such lists when most of my christmas presents are always received post- christmas and usually under the guise of a lump sum of money, lovingly given by my parents. but nevetheless perhaps this year, my list will be taken to notice and i will find some form of festivity underneath our non-existent christmas tree.
abi's 2011 christmas wishlist
love,
abi's 2011 christmas wishlist
- A new pair of funkis clogs it's a definite hard toss up between the new very high clog in grey or the zanita's red and patent/ natural.
- karen walker number six sunglasses in tort i've always lusted for a kooky pair of kw's. this may be my year.
- a new black bikini/one piece. i'm not fussed. i just need a good decent one that isn't ridiculously pricey. maybe a new beach towel too while we're at it. there's a few cute ones at asos .
- an ipad 2. ok so technically i don't need it. but hey this is a wishlist so i guess i'm entitled to unnecessary paraphernalia and gadgets.
- a nice designer clutch. i've been looking around but to my dismay i still haven't found one i absolutely adore. all else fails i could do with a new wallet. miu miu or celine? there's a few nice ones over at reebonz.
- black high waisted jeans. i'm not fussed brand wise, i am just in dire need of denim that fits amazingly and can be worn with anything. these Cheap Mondays look about right.
- make up. i need a refill on mascara, compact and more shades of lippy. i'd say dior for the mascara, chanel or clinque for the compact and nars and ysl for some lippy love.
love,