My Favourite Poem

I'm not particularly into poetry... In fact, the only time i've really been exposed to it was during my Leaving Cert English class in school.

I do however, love to be inspired by the written word. I like to be inspired by just about anything mind you.

There is a poem I know. I know it very well. For whatever reason, this poem and I got along very well back in the day. I was reminded of it recently when having a random conversation (one of many) with a special Chum of mine.

It's By Robert Frost, and it's called Birches

This is my favourite excerpt from the poem -

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

My Favourite Poem

I'm not particularly into poetry... In fact, the only time i've really been exposed to it was during my Leaving Cert English class in school.

I do however, love to be inspired by the written word. I like to be inspired by just about anything mind you.

There is a poem I know. I know it very well. For whatever reason, this poem and I got along very well back in the day. I was reminded of it recently when having a random conversation (one of many) with a Chum of mine.

It's By Robert Frost, and it's called Birches

This is my favourite excerpt from the poem -

I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Procrastination a go go

It's a dangerous thing, procrastination. In it's simplest form it can f*ck a situation over in minutes... At its worst, it can make you feel so full of regret. I cannot stand the feeling of regret. Today (and the last few days in fact) has made me realise that it's not for me anymore.

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Some things I have procrastinated with -

Sorting out car tax/insurance

Booking dentist appointments

Visiting my godson

Fixing the shelf in my wardrobe

Making many a phone call/sending many a text to change plans...always left till last minute...very ignorant of me.

Run a "pain in the face" errand

Sorting out my old CD collection

Making a photo album (and ACTUAL photo album...one I can hold...turn pages... hand write notes beside each picture)

Buying new running shoes

Buying a new holder for my iPod when I run (lost old one)

Getting my hair cut (properly)

Putting up posts on this blog

Bringing my folks out for dinner

Paying my phone bill (every single month without fail for 4 years)

Starting to save

Taking up new hobbies - Piano, Guitar, Hot Yoga, Kickboxing, Horse-riding, Dancing, Photography, Learning Spanish... I don't see why I can;t do all of these things.

Contacting a friend I haven't spoken to in some time

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No more.

Rest In Peace My Beautiful Friend

A "rush of niceness" song...that will always and forever remind me of a very beautiful and rare person. Someone who I am so privileged to call my friend.

For you, with all of my Love.

See you on the other side.