Today, the 2nd of April, it’s a beautiful, sunny Sunday here in Belgium. I’m sat outside, in the sunshine, with my cup of coffee and a cats tail curling around my legs. There was a call from the nursing home a few hours ago. My grandfather, my mother’s dad, is dying*. It’s strange how news like that can fill you with sadness and relief at the same time.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but I’ve had a pretty crappy month to be honest and my mind just wasn’t in the writing zone. I really wanted to post something light-hearted and funny, but honesty is kind of my motto, so this is just me telling you what’s been going on. I’m still not back in the zone, but paper has always proven to be the best therapy for me so let’s just write it all out.
Today is a very special day ladies. Today is all about us girls. Now, a lot of people wonder why there is an international day dedicated to women, most of whom are men. Well, let me tell you why.
To me, music is life. It’s the only reason I would rather go blind than deaf. Of course I’d prefer neither, but if it’s a life or death situation, music might be the thing to tip the scale. I don’t really have a particular genre that I prefer, so my taste in music is quite broad. This of course, means that I like quite a few artists, solo or bands, which is why I’m going to divide them into these two categories. The solo artists will be headed your way next week. So, let me introduce you to a few of my favourite bands (although I’m pretty sure you’ve already heard of them)
I have quite a special relationship with my own brain. You see, I am fully aware of the fact that I can’t always trust it. It’s not always kind to me, and sometimes it just straight up lies to me. A lot of people aren’t aware of the fact that their brain is, in fact, an ass. I am aware of this and I’m not afraid to examine my own thinking process and the emotions that come with it. Human psychology is just so darn fascinating. After quite a few years of examining my brain-workings, I have come to a few insights about me as a person. I am confronted with insecurities on a regular basis, combined with an occasional fear of failure. Let’s dive into those insecurities first, shall we?
Today is Valentine’s day. Some of you may think it’s too commercial, some of you might be leaving for a super romantic getaway with your partners. Some of you will be in a (happy) relationship while others, myself included, are single and plan on spending the evening with like-minded people. Whatever you choose to do: I hope you have fun doing it. Personally, I’ve been single for about a year and a half now and I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon. Meeting decent men isn’t as easy as I was lead to believe when I was younger but let’s not get into that right now. Don’t get me wrong though, I do want a relationship, it just has to be the right one. Allow me to divulge.
As I’m writing this, I’m fresh out of the cinema, where I just saw La La Land, the first movie in years to score 14 (!) Oscar nominations. Pretty crazy, especially when you think about the fact that it’s a musical. I personally love musicals, like the really old black and white ones, with gorgeous women and handsome men, and romance oozing out of every pore. Show me a movie with Gene Kelly and I’ll swoon from the moment it opens until I see ‘The End’ appear, and quite some time after. I know musicals aren’t for everybody, and I get that, but it’s pure escapism to me. It’s a dream world where everything turns out just the way it’s supposed to. And that is exactly why I feel completely disillusioned at this moment. I am going to issue a spoiler alert here: don’t read any further if you haven’t seen the movie and it’s on your to-do list.
When I was younger, I had this image in my head about what my life would be like in ‘The Future’. I’d graduate, find a job I loved right away, I’d meet my Mister Perfect at school, we’d date for a few years, move in together and eventually buy a place together, get married and have babies. I imagined all of this would happen by the time I was 25. Baby number two would come age 27 and I would pretty much have my shit together for the rest of my life. I am currently 27 and I can tell you one thing: none of this has happened. My shit is nowhere near together.
The question of today is: what’s your favourite room in the house?
On today’s menu: do you always celebrate your birthday?