Daily Prompt – Happy Happy Joy Joy

We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

What is this sorcery you speak of? Tears of… joy? What the fuck is that? As in, being so overwhelmed with happiness that you cannot control yourself, and all the squishiness comes out of your eyes??

Nope… never heard of such a ridiculous thing.

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Daily Prompt – Circuitous Paths

A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.

Shelley opened the door, revealing a young woman standing on the porch. She wore her hair back in a ponytail, tucked underneath a trucker-cap. She wore a low-cut white t-shirt with a graphic print on it. She had a flannelette shirt tied around her waist, and a pair of drop-crotch pants leading down to her hi-tops.

‘I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m trying to get to Falcon Dance Studio’s for an audition, and I’m so completely lost – I can’t work out where I’m going. I was wondering if you could give me some directions?’

Shelley noticed the paper map partially crumpled up in the girls hand, and wondered why she didn’t have a phone on her. The girl noticed her looking at her hand, and interjected, ‘Yeah, I also forgot my phone. I got the map from the servo a couple of blocks away, but I must be looking at it the wrong way.’

Shelley paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not to assist this girl, or whether to just close the door in her face. She didn’t want to get involved, and for all she knew, it could be a scam. The minute she unlocked that screen door, this girl could potentially do anything. She didn’t want to risk it. ‘Yeah, Falcon… I’ve heard of that, I’m pretty sure it’s over on Calliter, right?’

The girl fumbled with her map to look at some words scrawled on the back of the map. She mumbled briefly to herself and confirmed, ‘ahhh, yeah, yeah. Calliter. 430. Near Rockwell.’

‘Right, right. Okay, so what you want to do is, from here, turn right and head down to the end of the street, then take a left,’ The girl quickly pulled out a pen and began scribbling furiously on the piece of crumpled paper. Shelley didn’t pause, ‘Walk half a block, cross the road and see Gary at the Coffee Cart. Tell him Shelley sent you, and he’ll look after you. You need some caffeine because you’re clearly stressed. Now, from there, turn around, and walk back the half a block, this time turn left onto Grosvenor and walk two blocks down. On the right hand side there will be a convenience store. You’re going to need to stop in there and get yourself a bottle of water, a sports drink and an energy bar. But only have half of each. Remember that! Only half! Tell Rob to put it on Shelley’s tab. Exit the store, turn right, and continue down for another block. As you walk past the green stairs, turn right down the alley way. Follow it’s trail all the way to the end, be sure to check out the walls of the buildings as you do. Cross the road, just to the left you’ll see a garage door, with another regular door next to it, there will be a pin pad… enter the code 3-9-4-1-7. This will open to a carpark. Walk through the carpark, and down the stairs. Ask for Bobbi, and ask her for a proper map. Tell her Shelley sent you. Walk out of the building, cross the street, down the alley to an opening. You’ll see a couple of piles of wooden pallets, go to the right, and follow that alley – You’ll come to the street. Turn around, look up.’

The girl looked at Shelley, stunned and confused.

‘Did ya get all of that, hon?’

‘Um… I think so…’

‘Do you want me to repeat it?’

‘Um… no, Im pretty sure I got it… thanks… I think. Have a great day.’

‘You too, hon.’

The girl bent down to pick up her bag, and as she hoisted it over her shoulder, she paused and smiled at Shelley. ‘Oh, and good luck with your audition, you’re gonna kill it!’

As she watched the girl walk down the stairs to her front path, and head off down the street, she closed the door with a small grin on her face. As she turned to walk down the hallway, she saw her young son, Luke, standing in the doorway. ‘Why didn’t you just offer to drive her?’

‘Because darling, if she keeps relying on other people, she’ll never become independent, and responsible. If she gets lost and misses her audition, then she’ll just have to learn the hard way. Life isn’t easy, and life doesn’t always go the way we want it to.’

‘But mummy, you’re going to see her there. It’s your studio. You could have just driven her there. She seemed nice.’ They stood there briefly looking at each other in silence, before Christopher walked off. ‘Mummy, you’re really mean sometimes.’

‘Oh darling, one day you’ll understand when you’re older. Now, get your tap shoes, and your drink bottle or we’ll be late.’

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Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time

If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?

This is something that I’ve previously touched upon in a previous post.

There are a number of aspects of my life that I’d like to go back and do-over, but it’s quite hard to pinpoint just one. I guess if I had to pick just one, I think one of the major ones would be to go back in time and change my dancing focus to begin at a younger age, and at a different school. Part of that change would also incorporate my parents being able to afford to send me to dance school or at the least, a performing arts high school so I could purely focus on dance and dramatically increase my skill level and range of talent from being able to study and train with some incredibly talented mentors.

It’s one of the biggest regrets that I have in my life – not heavily developing my skills at a much younger age, but at the same time, I’m glad that I didn’t. I know so many kids who were pushed and pushed through the dance world by their parents and they ended up resenting them because they got to miss out on so much of their childhood. My parents on the other hand were more than happy to support my venture as best as they could, but they most certainly didn’t want to force me to do something that I didn’t want to, and I’ll always love them for that. It allowed me to still enjoy being a kid and doing kid stuff with my friends and creating memories that weren’t revolving purely around dancing.

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Daily Prompt: Moments to Remember

What are the three most memorable moments — good or bad, happy or sad — in your life? Go!

 

There are a few significant moments in my life that will be remembered for the rest of my life, but these are three of the most significant. I guess if I really wanted to, I could easily do a top ten, because there are many more… but I don’t have

1. Changing my name.

This is something that I’ve previously written about. Check it out HERE.

 

2. Getting into dance school.

This I’ve written about a few times… here, here and here.

 

3. Injuring my spine.

Again, documented briefly in my post, Unexpected – (link above)

 

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Daily Prompt: Young At Heart

What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?

The thought of getting older is actually something that secretly terrifies me. I find that when I start thinking about it, I get a bit obsessed about it.

I feel as though I’ve been robbed of a life of enjoyment. Life has robbed me of the opportunities to do the sort of things that you’re supposed to do in certain age groups.

For example, when I was in my late teens, all I wanted was to study dance and pursue that as a career. That didn’t happen because of a spinal injury.

In my Twenties, those are the years that you’re supposed to be travelling the world; working overseas; finding yourself etc etc etc. Well, I guess I managed to find myself. The other two – that didn’t happen. Whilst other friends of mine were off getting dance contracts on Cruise Ships, I was stuck in an office cubicle, feeling miserable and being bullied by my employer to the point of having a small nervous breakdown.

In my mid-twenties, other people were working hard and saving for house deposits – I on the other hand was too busy struggling to be able to pay my rent, buy groceries and pay my bills. I was caught up in being Miss Independent, and dealing with an absolutely clusterfuck of a relationship that pretty much destroyed me mentally and emotionally.

By the time I had reached my late twenties, I still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that I was already in my late-twenties. Thirty was rapidly approaching, and it was approaching at a speed that I just wasn’t prepared for. People were getting married and having kids, and buying cars and houses, and here I was renting a shitty apartment with Hulk, trying to determine what our future had in store for us. Everybody around us was travelling overseas – but it was constant. Somebody was just coming back from overseas, and planning their next trip. As they were coming back, other people were getting ready to leave. Sometimes it was a week here or there, or going for two / three / four weeks at a time. I couldn’t wrap my head around how these people were able to afford to do so.

Then it clicked. Money. Management. The one thing that I simply cannot do.

Now that I’m in my early thirties, I still feel lost and confused. Part of me is telling me that I should be doing responsible things like saving for a house deposit. Or saving for a trip overseas. One of my friends is over in Europe for a few weeks. Other friends of ours are in the U.S. for a few weeks. One of my co-workers has just left to go to New York for three weeks. Another co-worker is going overseas for two or three months later in the year. I just find it so depressing.

I still don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. There’s certainly a lot that I dream about achieving, but getting it to actually happen is a completely different story. I don’t want to be one of those people who is stuck in the same job for twenty years, but I realised that I’ve already been in my job for (I think) ten years already.

If that’s the case… where was my fucking celebration cake? Probably because it’s not the sort of achievement that should be celebrated. Oh congratulations. You’ve failed at life so epically, you’ve achieved absolutely nothing, and are basically more than happy to just settle with a shitty job that doesn’t fulfill you for ten years. *slow claps* well done, loser. What a role model!!

So even though I may get older in age, I still feel young at heart. I still love my video games, in particular, LEGO ones. I love going to the movies. I love going to concerts. I’ve pretty much lost all interest in going out, simply because the ‘scene’ nowadays has totally changed.

…Oh god, I just used the terms ‘nowadays’. Just call me grandpa.

I still buy cool clothes and shoes, but at the end of the day, it’s just stuff. It’s not a house. It’s not a car. It’s not a trip overseas. I really should focus on achieving those.

…but maybe I’ll think about that after the LEGO Movie Game comes out on PS3 next week. hehehe.

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Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a “do-over.” Tell us about the decision, and why you’d choose to take a different path this time around.

how on earth am I supposed to pick just one event in my life, when so much of my life I wish I could do-over??

I think ultimately, if I could, then I would get into dancing at a younger age, and begin with Jazz and Ballet… then when I get to year 10, I’d want to leave school to go live interstate and dance full-time.

When I was in high-school I actually reached a point where I began looking into tuition fees for performing arts high-schools in Sydney, and even full-time dance schools and their junior school programme…

…needless to say, nothing ever eventuated from it. Oh how I wish I could’ve gone to a performing arts school, or even better, a proper dance school.

That would have been the pinnacle decision in my life that would have changed everything. Once I made that choice, then everything else in my life would end up being completely different. The friends I have, the experiences I’ve had, the places I’ve lived, the boys I’ve dated, the happiness, the sadness, the fun, the pain – it would all be so completely different. I probably wouldn’t even be living in Melbourne. I would have completely different jobs. I might only have one job, rather than two. I probably would have traveled all over the world dancing, and being paid to do something that truly resonates within me down to the core.

But, until somebody can actually invent time-travel, we can’t spend our lives living in the past, hanging onto regrets, because it achieves nothing and gets you nowhere. Perhaps I make all the mistakes in this life, so that when I come back in my next life, I can do it all the way I should have done things in the first place.

 

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Daily Prompt: Unexpected

Unexpectedly, you lose your job. (Or a loved one. Or something or someone important to you.) What do you do next?

I’ve actually already had this experience before.

Twice!

But, perhaps we should talk about the first time.

It was the year I moved to Melbourne. I had moved down here to study dance full time. Previously I felt like the big fish in a very, very, small pond. When I went to dance school, I was actually more like the very, very small, slightly retarded fish in a giant fucking ocean.

But soon enough, I found my feet and came out of my shell and worked my arse off and no longer felt like the small retarded fish any more.

Then I got injured.

I injured my spine in a pas de deux class, and without going into detail was told I had to stop dancing, or I’d end up with severe spinal issues for life, and possibly end up in a wheelchair.

So I had a couple of weeks off, and spent most of that time pretty much like this:

wondering what the fuck I was going to do with my life. All I have done is dance. All I know is dance. I didn’t go to uni because I wanted to dance. I hadn’t had a job, because DANCE! And now, all I had was a giant fucking question mark following me around 24hrs a day!

I spent the rest of the term working at the school. I sewed costumes, and supervised rehearsals for the end of year concert and when I wasn’t doing that, I worked downstairs in the office instead. Then one day, on my day off, I get a voicemail from them telling me that I didn’t need to come in tomorrow, they’d given my shift to another staff member. And that they wouldn’t be giving me any more shifts. They refused to give me any explanation as to why, and then stopped returning my calls.

I had just gotten fired.

Via a voicemail.

ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!

However, when I left them a voicemail expressing my severe disappointment in their management and how unprofessionally they had conducted themselves, I began to make references to unfair dismissal and legal action. Funnily enough, they called me straight back and explained that due to my birthday, I would be entitled to a pay rise as well as other entitlements, and they financially couldn’t afford to keep me on as a casual. I then told them exactly what I thought about them and their school and their dodgy business practices and that they should be more cautious in how they conduct business, and manage their finances, because multiple goverment authorities could easily have them shut down…

…and we’d hate for that to happen, wouldn’t we!!

Surprisingly, I ended up getting my last pay, and a ‘bonus’, and a glowing letter or recommendation for future employers.

 

 

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