Knilly Frickers

Who/What I want to be when I'm older. Yesterday, someone asked me what I want to be when I'm older.   My initial response was going to be 'younger' but seeing as it was an eight year old that asked me the question, I figured being a smart arse probably wasn't the best way to answer the question. I didn't actually give much of an answer which I felt a little bit bad about  - I could have answered the question. I know exactly what area I want to be in career wise. I dread people who are younger than me asking me about career stuff, particularly if it has been close to a time when I haven't been successful in an interview or application.  I'd feel awful if I accidentally passed on my own insecurities about my future on to someone else. Most of the time, I'm fairly positive about my job search, I'm looking for employment in a very competitive field and going up against strong competition, so it stands to reason that sometimes,  I'm not going to b...

Yesterday I went for an 'Autumn Walk' with James and by autumn walk I mean I had a wander through the park walking on crunchy leaves and taking pictures! There's something quite therapeutic about autumn, I know it's when things start to wither and die off but it's like bit like a scrubology where nature has a bit of a clean up by clearing out the parts that have gone into disrepair or gathered a few dust bunnies too many in order to make way for all the new things that will replace them in spring. I also like that autumn is when pollen stops being released and I stop sneezing briefly until I catch a cold!  My only regret from yesterday is that while I was walking under some trees there was a big gust that blew lots of leaves off the trees and it looked as if they were dancing in time with each other as they fell to the ground - by the time I got my phone out to take a picture, they had all landed.  It was a magical thing to see though. Another magical moment was wat...

I can come across as a bit weird sometimes - hardly surprising to anyone who has ever met me! Haha! Sometimes I come across as weird because I'm embracing my quirks or being a bit silly but sometimes it's because I have a mini internal panic if someone is standing just a bit too close to me or randomly touches me without prior warning.   I used to think I was just a bit weird, as I kid I never liked holding hands with other kids in the line as we walked from classroom to classroom, I hated hide and seek because I'd often have to hide in a small space or in close proximity to another human,  Even now as an adult, I don't especially like people touching me or standing too close to me, I prefer to initiate hugs unless it is someone I know very well and trust, I feel uncomfortable if I'm boxed into space between two people, I feel uncomfortable if someone is standing so close to me that they really ought to have bought me dinner and a bunch of flowers first.  I've s...

Rachie's Musings on: Dream a Little Dream by Giovanna Fletcher It has come to my attention recently that my mother reads my blog which has paid off because after mentioning in a previous post I'd quite like to read Giovanna Fletcher's new book Dream a Little Dream....she bought it for me......thanks Mum! :-) This is my second Giovanna Fletcher book, the first one I read was Billy and Me and it very quickly became one of my favourite books. I mentioned that I could relate to the main character Sophie in Billy and Me and I found myself also relating to the main character Sarah in Dream a Little Dream.  Sarah is 29 and a bit dissatisfied with life, she's become bored of a job she hoped would be a stepping stone after graduation and aspires to have the career she always dreamed of. I can sort of relate to that.  The world isn't always as shiny and exciting as we hoped it would be after university/college/school. For every graduate who secures their dream j...

Embracing the happy and sad. If you've read any of my other posts, or glanced at my twitter or Instagram, you'll know that I'm into Disney and embracing happy. I watched Inside Out this week and I noticed a lot of similarities between what goes on in my head and what goes on in Riley's. I wouldn't like to spoil Inside Out for anyone who hasn't seen it yet so I'll try not to go into too much detail. The basic premise of Inside Out is that Riley, a fairly upbeat 11 year old girl, is controlled by her emotions, Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Fear and Anger who spend their days manning the control board and making sure that Riley's emotions and forming memories run smoothly and for the most part, Joy has things under control....sometimes a little too under control. I've mentioned before that I like to embrace the happy in situations and that it's my comfort zone emotion, but I don't actually cope well with some others, particularly being sad. I went for...

Clumsiness and Muppet Dreams. My name is Rachie......and I am Muppet. When I say Muppet, I'm not referring to my aspiration to join Kermit and co on their travels, swap shoe advice with Miss Piggy and hang out with Animal, Beaker, Fozzy, Rizzo and Gonzo....although I'd totally love that and if someone wanted to make that happen I'd be eternally grateful. I'm referring to my tendency to do silly things. I'm not sure if clumsy is a better word for it, or maybe spatially unaware....  For example, I have lived in the same home for the past 26 years and have had the same bedroom for at least 15 of those years if not more.... I still manage to walk into the door on my way out every day. Most mornings, I find that I wake up because I've hit my head off the wall or my headboard, I constantly hit my arm or my hand off of the door post on the way into the living room (which is basically a straight line across the hall from my bedroom). When I invigilate, I'm forever t...

Rachie's Musings on: The Tiny Wife by Andrew Kauffman The Tiny Wife was a fairly short read but it’s packed full of awesomeness. At the beginning of the story a thief comes into a bank. Instead of taking money from everyone, he instead takes whatever item in the possession of those in the bank that holds the most sentimental value to them. The story takes some strange twists and turns as a result, but the most notable consequence of the robbery is that the narrator’s wife, who was in the bank that day, begins to shrink a little more each day and begins to lose sense of herself and who she is as she finds navigating her way through the every day tasks and experiences. Her shrinking also has an effect on her relationship with her husband who does his best to try and help with her situation and keep her spirits raised. Whilst I can't relate to shrinking, I can relate to allowing something I can't control get to me and start to influence how I feel, act and live my life. The s...