You’re probably au fait with the Juice Cleanse craze that is sweeping the blogosphere. My Reader is littered with cleanse recaps or tips from bloggers that I usually love to read. People are rushing out to purchase top-range juicers and to stock their fridges with all manner of fruit and vegetables.
I admit it, I seriously considered it.
We moved around a lot when I was younger. At a time, we were hopping from house to house and school to school every few months. It was tough on all of us. The constant integration into a new life, into new classes, new jobs and new areas where we didn’t know where anything sometimes caused frustration and sadness.
Somewhere along the way, I became adept at worrying.
I’ve always had it I think; the propensity to be just that bit concerned. As a kid, I’d worry about not having the right toy on ‘Bring your toy to school’ Day. I’d worry that I’d be asleep on the night my Dad was due home from his latest stint on the mainland and that I’d completely miss his visit. I’d worry that if I went on the dodgems again, mine would freeze like that one time and make me a sitting duck.
I’m going to be sharing with you all a series of conversations that have lodged in my mind over time and might even have changed my life a little bit.
please note, the names in this story have been changed. I sought permission to share this and although it was given, I will not compromise privacy unnecessarily.
I have made countless lists of them.
Lose x amount of weight; save x amount of money; eat healthier food, exercise more regularly. These are things I have repeated and forgotten and kicked myself over when the year winds down and they have not been done. And so, I sat with my notebook and pen and thought up some new, different resolutions that speak more to my status as Nerd Thug extraordinaire. After all, it is 2012.
Stereo. 20-something aspiring bon vivant. London based. Exceptionally Nigerian. Partial to snark. My default setting is "wry". Jeans and blazers are my uniform. Landlady. Speed reader, tuneless singer, hoarder of words, drinker of Schloer; I am suspicious of most people, have zero tolerance for tomfoolery, have a vast DVD collection, worship at the altar of Al Green, own too many bottles of nail polish, have small eyes, small ears and giant hair and owe approximately 86% of my awesome to the Parents Typewriter.
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