Home Alone: Send Help

So, I’ve spent the last four days home alone as the other half is away on an all action trip with her school. Whilst she is flying through trees and paddle boarding on vast lakes, I am left to fend for myself in the wilderness of our own house. Initially, the naive freedom of having our abode all to myself was almost unfathomable. The possibility of doing house chores, or not doing house chores, eating properly, or not eating properly. Wearing clothes, or basking in natures glorious liberty!  However, reality is a harsh foe to contend with and although admitting this may get me beaten up and locked in my locker by the school bully, I do kind of miss her.

It’s a strange sort of missing though. Unlike the old type where I would write long forlorn letters to my love who is away traveling, hoping that my letter would reach her and I would receive a reply in the following weeks, we are now comforted by the warm arms of social media and instant messaging apps which can put us in touch with anyone we want within a coupe of seconds, so I was never more than a few button clicks away. But, the whole routine that we had built up over the last few months in our house was completely demolished.

No longer would I try to avoid watching soaps (which I secretly enjoy) and go and do house chores like laundry or cooking dinner. Instead I came home and suddenly had an extra 2 hours to do what I like! Blissful free time. So blissful that is compounded a new problem in that I didn’t know what to do to fill it. I had no motivation to do the house work as I knew, in reality, there was now only one of me and I could breeze through the mess I made within half an hour. I would usually complain, internally, about not having enough hours after work to get everything done and to relax, but in reality I need to be doing something to keep my mind working. Something to keep me from sitting on the sofa in my pants staring blankly at an off television wondering what has happened to my life.

Just to push the point.

The only thing I have eaten this week is chunky chips and turkey dinosaurs.

Why? Because there was no one there to tell me otherwise and I figured that I didn’t need to go food shopping as I am by myself.

I guess this has culminated in me writing this post, reaching out the tendrils of my mind to try to find something to do and make sense of what I have felt this week. But look on the bright side, she’s back tomorrow and I can go back to being happy doing the dishes and complaining about having no free time.

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The Engagement (2015): An open letter

Dear party people,

Everybody has those life events that we celebrate like it’s the end of the world.


For us, Saturday was one of those celebrations. It was a night to celebrate my engagement to the wonderfully angelic and mesmerisingly beautiful Laura, and to preempt the many years of happiness that await us.

One of the items abandoned and recovered Sunday morning
One of the items abandoned and recovered Sunday morning

Family from all corners of the Kingdom arrived and friends from all walks of life added to the fervour of a party that was hosted at my parents house. It was a night to remember, but unfortunately one that I can not.

Party scenery at Mum and Dad's - Sunday 27/09/2015
Party scenery at Mum and Dad’s – Sunday 27/09/2015

Although I am left with few memories of the events that took place (with the void being sporadically filled by hazy flashbacks) I have the overwhelming sense of enjoyment and love from all those that turned up and those who passed on their condolences for their absence.

I don't even know what this is or where it came from!
I don’t even know what this is or where it came from!

I thoroughly had a good time and I owe it all to my fantastic family and friends who made the night what it was. From playing complicated drinking games in the kitchen which we finished with a hailing of “Shall we just do shots?” – to singing and dancing the night away in a cramped living room at 3am Sunday morning.

Best man and myself - sometime Sunday morning 28/09/2015
Best man and myself – sometime Sunday morning 28/09/2015

I am also elated  that all of our groups of friends were able to mingle and get along seamlessly – a testament to their character and their attitudes. I think I can speak for Laura when I say that I don’t know what we’d do without you all and we greatly appreciate you all being there on Saturday night.

Wife to be and the girls - 26/09/2015
Wife to be and the girls – 26/09/2015

I am looking forward to celebrating our wedding day with you all (and a few extras) in 313 days time, but let it be known, that you have set a precedent from the Engagement Party which I expect to either be met or preferably exceeded by the time the 7th of August comes around next year.

Thank you all again, I am now off to practise my whip  and naenae.

Matt

[photographs provided by Paul Daniels & Amy Davies]

Five steps to become the perfect adult: Growing up made easy!

Charlie Brown, eternally relevant.
Charlie Brown, eternally relevant.

I wish that this was a book that someone had written.


That way, through my meandering browsing of amazon and other book sites, blogs and reviews, I may have stumbled across it and been able to handle the situation that I am in now.

Or rather was in.

You see, as I sit here on my lunch break in the midst of a video format situation in work, the bell has tolled and we have escaped unscathed. I had written around 300 words of foreboding, talking about adult responsibility and how the stress of this situation was pretty crushing. However, and interesting enough I have learnt a lesson within the last 15 minutes and it is one that I am eager to share on my first blog post to this site.


I work as a Video Production Assistant for a goods company (selling microwaves, fridges, freezers). We film product videos and how to videos and recipe videos. It’s enjoyable work, and I love the editing side of it. We also take on projects for external clients – and this is the part where the elephant eats your picnic. We had huge issues with formatting when trying to submit a piece of work for television broadcast. This was an area that is completely new to us and even more so to me being pretty fresh-faced out of university.

As the problems arose and clients became flustered the pressure was mounting until this morning, then it peaked at an insane amount of foreboding. We had one last chance – once more into the breach. We had tried everything and my extensive research into formatting was well and truly at a dead-end. The fork in the road lead to two dead ends and we had no where else to go.

My previous post was about realising my responsibility as an adult and an employee in this mess. I was going to write about how I now realised what it means to have responsibility, in the face of the company losing a significant amount of money on this project. Not to mention the time the team has taken to complete this task.  We were worried. I’m not gonna lie. And, they really pushed it to the limit in sending us the feedback.

This time, we survived.

Our last battle had routed the enemy, through sheer will power we persevered and we were victorious!

There was a collective in take of breath, then – elation.

So, now I propose a new angle on responsibility.

Maybe, unknown to me, I had become responsible. Maybe the time spent researching formatting options and trawling through video tech geeks forums was  me being responsible? However it happened – I have grown up. This experience has shown me that if you want something enough then you can get it. Responsibility it something that you are given, whether you want it or not, it’s how you deal with it that is going to show people who you really are.

Now, I feel confident. I feel confident in my ability to knuckle down and solve the problem. Even with no knowledge – and to interject for a moment, I don’t believe I have any more knowledge of formatting for television – you can grapple and scrap and grit your teeth and persevere.

The proverbial they say “Rome wasn’t built in a day” when talking about persevering and creating great work.

What they fail to mention is a lesson that I believe is more fundamental to this story. If you take anything from this blog, it should be this.

Rome began with the laying of a single stone.

This message follows the idea of getting your foot in the door. Having that first step, that first idea of “I’m here, what the hell am I going to do” and just going with it. Building upon the foundations of your character and letting yourself grow. If you are in a situation where you think everything if getting too much or you are inexperienced – afraid even. Understand that no matter how long you feel out of your depth, eventually you will rise. Then one day you will look back and realise that all those hours spent worrying and searching endless places for solutions to problems you can’t comprehend are not wasted. They are the building blocks to your life. Your tools in taking on your responsibility.

That’s my story for today. A little heavy, but it reflects the atmosphere that I have been engulfed in for the past week. I hope you enjoyed it and will be back for future posts which will be happier, light-hearted, young adult word splurge.