I am an insanely impatient person. Seriously impatient. If I can’t do something immediately, I’m not interested. This weekend I went to see Cirque du Soleil in the performance of Quidam and I can confidently say it is one of the best (if not the best) production I have ever seen. Whilst I sat watching acrobats with more skill and body control than I could ever dream of, I thought about how long those people must have trained for. At what point do you start practicing hanging upside down head first from a thin piece of cloth? Whilst I watched in awe, a piece of popcorn missed my mouth and fell in to my wine glass, and then I got caught up in my own scarf as I tried to take it off. Clearly I am not destined for a life at the circus.
I was starting to feel pretty pathetic about all this, until I realised that I’ve been writing this blog for eight months. EIGHT MONTHS. And yes, my intention was to write two blog posts then get a £1m sponsorship deal so I could quit my job and blog for a living. Inevitably, that didn’t happen… but for some reason I didn’t stop blogging. I may read some of them and think they’re utter tosh, but I’m still clicking ‘publish’ so I think that’s something to proud of. I guess we all stick at the things that mean the most to us, or the things where determination overrides boredom/embarrassment/lack of skill.