Hard work and aspiration: modern day meaningless tag lines. Aspiration
can only get you so far. I am dripping with aspiration I have it in bucket
loads. I aspire to be a good teacher, to learn new things, to read lots of
books, to play video games, to write, to meet people, to win literary prizes
and to wear a fabulous outfit at the award ceremony.
Don’t for one moment think I just sit about aspiring all day
long, no I am ….pro active in my aspiration. “Pro-active” I despise that word,
I remember the first time I heard it at meeting in Staffordshire County Council.
I was outraged that "active", a verb, a doing word, required a prefix to differentiate
it from doing things and like; you know, really doing things.
So in what way have I been activating my aspirations? Well I
have made a commitment. Again everything is beginning to sound so new speak,
perhaps I have watched, read and listened to far too much politics, but hear me
out please.
I have made a writing commitment and this blog is part of
it. Now I am an author I will share my take on life, my thoughts, experiences and hints and tips on a weekly basis. I could just write these in a diary, but a blog
is about exposure and no one is going to read my work unless I expose it
to them.
I am an active twitter user and am slowly building a small
following in the twitter sphere. 
I use Wordpress as a catalog for my short stories and poems. Writing
new stories then gives me something to read at events. In the space of a month I have read at three events, that’s two stories
Count DireLife and The Light map and one poem My Mothers Land.
On top of the requirement to provide words (what kind of a
blog would it be otherwise?) I also need images in my posts to break them up
and avoid the horror of a wall of text. So
I take photographs, or screen grabs sometimes edit them in photoshop and
finally install them into the blog. Now I can include a photo in my twitter
posts, on facebook and on Pinterest.
Get that for aspiration, I told you I have it in buckets. I
said to husband the other day that I feel as though after ten years (the child
is ten) we have finally come alive again, we have woken up and are doing things.
The only problem is that ten years ago I was thirty four and now I’m knackered.
Much as I have loved this recent burst of activity I’m simply washed out.
Next weekend I want to stay at home and go no further than
the backyard. Tonight my main aspiration is to put my feet up, drink tea and
watch a movie or else I fear my candle will be burnt at both ends.
