Smack.

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Okay, so a few things in life are kicking me in the balls but imma gonna be okay.

Highlights of a day full of normal-strengthed lights.

Malick Sibide

La Piscine, 1969.

Chanson du Jour.

Day Four.

I hold no religious beliefs today. Some days I think I might feeeel something but it's more that I want there to be something bigger. In my mind, there actually is something bigger, it's just not God.

I like church architecture and I get what a church can bring socially or in terms of support but that's the only positive things I can see from this angle.

I'm spiritual I guess.

Day Three.

Views on drugs and alcohol have always been far too lenient. I often catch myself on how I preach interests in health and well being and enjoy such liberal doses in both but I would like to think it's less accessible (the former, not the latter) at my age, being post-uni and whatnot. Plus, there are fewer occasions to warrant drugs.

In all honesty, I think the recent experience of watching Old Mate on acid probably freaked me out enough to not bother again. We'll see.

I see alcohol being an issue for me- girl loves herself a glass of wine. I think the major thing is keeping it in perspective and realising that a trip to the gym, or a walk is just as relaxing at the end of a hard day. In saying that, I'm not going to beat myself up about it so long as it's a healthy appreciation for said glass of wine and it's not a dependency when unwinding. Also, I don't need the entire bottle.

Day Two.

Well it's not day two is it. It's more like day four. Alas. I intend on keeping this short and important.



Ten years time:

I will have chosen between a career in fashion/trade/holistic nutrition and be happy in that decision.

I will be healthy and I won't smoke.

I will be kind.

I will have travelled extensively and met many people.

Catch ups after too much caffeine.

Six months; must be time for a check in. Not too sure where to start.

Working long hours for very little money and even less thanks. Luckily I am making friends but the weeks seems to be going so quickly that I rarely get out of my shadow to do all that much other than try and make time for my new flatmates (after what was 4 months of miserable house and friend searching) and head to Wellington to see Old Mate.

Most people here are idiots. Creative people are interesting. I don't think I will feel expanded enough long term but for now I'm okay with learning about the farce that is the fashion industry. I like KW's next collection a great deal but have only ordered one thing as my desire to go to Samoa with Old Mate in July and head to South America next April has become a priority. In saying that, I haven't saved a thing.

Something major happened which isn't appropriate to discuss but for the sake of my time chronicle on here, it happened 3 weeks ago. I hope I understand what the hell I am talking about if I ever read this back over in the future. Future Hannah? I'm doing okay and the shock is wearing off. I almost feel less anxious about life now, a wee reminder of how things can change can't be a bad thing.

What else? I got a valentines as shown above.

I think I have been listening to too much Fiona Apple and perhaps shouldn't be writing.

Be right back (well before six months is up).