meaning of life; I’ve always been a firm believer in the fact that all things
are possible [except roller skating backwards through a revolving door while
juggling knives and killer clawed kittens].
|Everyone said it was impossible to drive from London to Mongolia in a tin-canish car…. But…|
|I never dreamed it possible to lug a ginormous teddy about for more than a year and I thought my ability to cycle across countries even less likely… but…|
flying academy and whilst all the teachers thought it was cute that a bunch of
people would chase me around the field flapping their arms; the hardest part of
the academy was finding things high enough to jump off, devising flying contraptions
(plastic bag parachutes, umbrellas, cardboard wings, etc), and [the hardest
part:] coming up with feasible cover stories for parents and teachers when height
+ failed contraption = unfortunate incident/sprainage/breakature. I still
believe humans can fly…
|and no, sky diving doesn’t count…|
across oceans is still possible (even if the first attempt was very unsuccessful).
I still believe that I will lick a president some day (I’ve lost track of my
failure tallies on this one). I still believe that someday I will have an
empire… I still believe that I can successfully complete even the most unlikely
challenges on my bucket list….
years to discover it….
on Sunday. Lack of transport options led
me to rekindle my hatred of the bicycle; cycling 20km in each direction between
a house on a hill and a job on a far massiver hill. Fortunately my job involves
swinging in the trees and making and keeping people happy (and a bunch of more
boring admin/ managerial jumbo) – but it’s a taxing vocation that, combined
with the lack of cycling fitness [or any fitness for that matter] in my life,
and the need for a social life, and ever-present insomniacishness; has made
this the most taxing week of my life!
|The typical first day of work bruise|
|It’s a lot less purple now, but it now bends in two very different directions|
9 hour shifts with a broken toe, the wind blew me off my bicycle and onto the pavement shortly before
a bird decided to expel its lunch on me on me and I burst into tears when it suddenly hit me…
ramifications of it…