On dreams

This is where yet again you get to read all about my absence from here. I'm sure you can barely contain your indifference. I know I can't and I suspect we're all sharing a dreary sense of déjà vu. So I'll keep it brief. But first let us discuss how I have thus far failed in my attempt at the meme mash-up. I tried, I really tried and back in May when I was mid-way through the draft (of which there are a fair few clogging up the blog, far more than actual posts. Which I'm sure we could all read a great deal into, if we could be bothered) shoulders shaking at my own hilarity I was sure it would be finished in no time. We are now at the end of July and re-reading it makes me question my mental state, not to mention my ego. Had I been drinking whilst writing it? Quite possibly.

So, it's a work in progress that I have every intention of actually posting, but in the meantime I wanted to get back to the blog before I cast it away forever. Which I have been on the verge of, but think I would come to regret, doing.

It would be lovely to say that my absence is down to the fact that I have been away on holiday, or working on something unbelievably exciting that I can't quite share with you yet. This is true in my head, but not, sadly in real life. I have been dreaming of boutique hotels in Corsica, with sheets of impossibly high thread count and beachfront views. The closest I have come however is camping on a lilo with a slow-puncture and an urgent dawn sprint to the shower block. Which has its charms of course, markedly different from those of la Corse and only dimly recognisable as you're garroting yourself on a guy-rope but charms nonetheless.

I have been dreaming of brilliance too. Possibly this is what has mentally barred me from posting, my conspicuous lack of. To be fair I don't think anyone really dreams of mediocrity, wakes up one day and aspires to be average. Clearly I'm not the first person to rediscover their ambition and be overwhelmed with the sense that perhaps they ought not to have spent all their time pratting about at school, rejecting calls to 'read around the subject' (my parents will be exchanging smugly knowing looks about now).

So, I have decided to go back to school. Make up for lost ambition. Learn some things that might be pertinent and hopefully inch closer to the dream. For there is one of course, it's just taken me a while to notice.