10 minutes thinking time

I fully intended that I would have updated this before now, but it hasnt happened. I want to say I havent had time but that's just not true. I just haven't made time to do it. The other day I decided it would be really helpful if life came with ten minutes thinking time before each activity to think it through properly, like in exams. The trouble is though, yet again, that there are millions of ten minutes I could choose to take but I choose not to spend it thinking. I choose to spend it chasing demons, working out how he did meet their mother and removing slats from beds. These things do enrich my life on the minute by minute basis but potentially the bigger picture might be slightly more composed if I thought it through better. Ach.

Things are sehr gut at the moment. I feel like before Christmas I had wound myself in a big knot of stress and emotion and stupidness that I could never quite unwind myself from. I'm not really sure why it started, but it was a bit troublesome. Anyway, after considering several different options to make things better (on a sliding scale of scariness) I did as a last resort decide to pray a bit. Someone at church today said that the more you pray about things the more coincidences you seem to start seeing happen...and when you stop, they stop too. Well, to my great benefit, I have been the lucky recipricant of some of these conincidences of late. My situations and pace of life havent altered but my head feels a bit more sorted about it all. Which is cool, whatever you might attribute it to...

In other news...I have had my hair cut slightly too short...I'm considering doing some kind of teaching type qualification next year, maybe in further education...I won Absolute Balderdash today...We might move house in the next month...I realllllly want to go on holiday (which may or may not be massively influanced by watching Slumdog Millionaire this week, brillaint)...Our lovely uni friend Ellie has stayed for the weekend and we had super fun hanging out.

Babble over. Watch Slumdog. x

Beginnings.

I've wanted to blog for a while now but I haven't because I've been scared. I've been scared that A) I wouldn't have anything interesting enough to write about, B) I would create some kind of wierd cyber Fran that would pretend to be a lot cooler than the real thing and C) That it's just a really arrogant thing to do. I think I still hold on to all three of these things as legitimate worries, but I might just risk it. This is the kind of dangerous thing that happens when I'm home alone (a previous example being my disasterous, albeit accidental, hair bleaching).

However, I think this has good potential. Firstly, I spend a lot of time in Devon (being where I live and all) and a lot of my most brilliant friends don't live here, so it's a good way of touching base with far flung places like East Northants. Secondly, I don't think my life is that interesting, but I do think it's quite compartmentalised so it would be good to share it in a balanced way. Thirdly (and lastly) some days I have thoughts. Some, I happen to think, could be the beginnings of radical social revolution, others, sadly, might just simply be stupid. Whilst I'm not suggesting that they're of any wider interest, I think I might benefit from writing them down.

So yeah, that's about it. It's 5th January 2009, I am 23, I live in Exeter, I graduated with a degree in International Relations in the summer, I have no idea how I will use this degree, I live with three lovely people in a house we like to call Parklife, I spend 21 hours a week doing various forms of admin at the RD&E hospital, I spend 20ish hours a week working for my church, Belmont Chapel, I like scrabble and travel, I love Jesus and people, I have started writing a blog.

Exciting times. x