18.9.2010 Feature Wall I was told today that I didn’t get this great GREAT job that I really wanted. Which can be because of all sorts of things and they said I was a really strong candidate but of course all this boils down to in my head is: I Was Not Good Enough. So of course I then spent a significant time in what I’ve come to call the Cave of Sadness (a small diversion from Sleep Cave), which is made by curling into my blanket and sniffling and crying and feeling deeply sorry for myself.  As I was lying in the cave, fetal position styles, I realised I was looking at the wall of stuff I’ve assembled over my desk to make me happy and thinking “I love that wall. *sniff* I should take a photo of that some time. *sniff* Oh well”. And then I realised that I could, as the whole point of the wall AND the photo blog is to remind myself of the good parts of each day, and how much I have to be grateful for. On this wall I see reminders of places I’ve been, including but not limited to: Paris, The Flaming Lips, Amsterdam, pubs, my house, Italy, Art galleries, Sigur Ros, Cork, my backyard, Adelaide and several Death Cab gigs and I see things I love including but not limited to: Mr Darcy, Vincent Van Gogh, Turin Breaks, tea, postcards, Daniel Kitson, colour, cupcakes, John Hughes, Johnny Depp, Alfonse Mucha, my beloved and departed Uncle Rick, my delightful niece, Wonder Woman, friends, books and Jesus.  So maybe today’s not so bad and maybe I’ll get out of bed. 

18.9.2010 Feature Wall

I was told today that I didn’t get this great GREAT job that I really wanted. Which can be because of all sorts of things and they said I was a really strong candidate but of course all this boils down to in my head is: I Was Not Good Enough.

So of course I then spent a significant time in what I’ve come to call the Cave of Sadness (a small diversion from Sleep Cave), which is made by curling into my blanket and sniffling and crying and feeling deeply sorry for myself. 

As I was lying in the cave, fetal position styles, I realised I was looking at the wall of stuff I’ve assembled over my desk to make me happy and thinking “I love that wall. *sniff* I should take a photo of that some time. *sniff* Oh well”. And then I realised that I could, as the whole point of the wall AND the photo blog is to remind myself of the good parts of each day, and how much I have to be grateful for.

On this wall I see reminders of places I’ve been, including but not limited to: Paris, The Flaming Lips, Amsterdam, pubs, my house, Italy, Art galleries, Sigur Ros, Cork, my backyard, Adelaide and several Death Cab gigs and I see things I love including but not limited to: Mr Darcy, Vincent Van Gogh, Turin Breaks, tea, postcards, Daniel Kitson, colour, cupcakes, John Hughes, Johnny Depp, Alfonse Mucha, my beloved and departed Uncle Rick, my delightful niece, Wonder Woman, friends, books and Jesus. 

So maybe today’s not so bad and maybe I’ll get out of bed. 

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