To the future

I’m sure that younger me and my friends had ambitions that were less sleep and bowel movement centric, but mostly I can’t for the life of me remember what they might have been.

During the past week GorJus has been anticipating a future return to her pre knee injury fitness levels, she misses punching people. G could actually run up someone and kick them in the head at peek fighting fitness. That used to be a Zena Warrior Princess induced aspiration of mine. I can’t remember when or where I lost it in these long post Zena years, and now I fear it is too late to revive it. BelVita on the other hand has been building up to running 21k today and also eating more bananas. Update: completed in one hour, fifty minutes, impressive, not sure how many bananas it took.

I am looking forward to the day, whenever that might be, when I can touch anything without transferring gold leaf, it’ll be soon, I hope. The decoupage element forgotten, the enormous gold bar, previously the big dick table, is magnificent even without its resin. Goodly’s bestie asked if she had at least in part inspired me to do such a thing. I initially thought not, but in retrospect I’m unsure how her beautiful gold leafing could not have wormed its way into my unconscious. I am, and always will be grateful for all things beautiful. Wether consciously or unconsciously stored in this ramshackle head of mine they will always be a positive in my life and will reappear at some point albeit through my wonky filter. My newly expanded and decorated studio is testament to that.

With that in mind, as a key element of my future life, I open myself to all things gorgeous, reaffirm my intention to get back into my gallery groove, anticipate a trip to see Frenchie, and look forward to the return of plentiful petrol, fully stocked IKEA shelves, my pension (ha) and disregard the urge for something to numb the horror of ‘global britain’ today.

I remember that in anticipation of age induced depression at reaching thirty, I started partying months before the dreaded day and didn’t stop until months after. It worked a treat.

On this note of positivity, I’m celebrating my birthday this coming week with plentiful alcohol and a few nibbles. Celebrating for the first time for some years with people, people that are in addition to my Cornflake and the gang of five.

It’s actually very exciting.

I think I need martini glasses.