|Picture by Jude Xavier. Edit by Patricia Kihoro.|
I started drafting this post in April of this 2014 after checking out Sharon's over on her blog. I thought it would be a pretty cool way to pause and check myself and where I was mentally every so often. The fact that I'm only getting around to finishing and posting it now, on the last day of 2014, is quite telling of the hold procrastination has had on my life this year. Thanks to this brilliant article that could only have been so honestly articulated by a fellow procrastinator, I now know exactly why procrastinators procrastinate. I came upon it while procrastinating, actually. Go figure.
I feel like the increased access to the internet and social media is my main culprit, as I am so easily bored and distracted. I think I may be on at least 8 social media platforms. I have a whole folder on my phone just for them But not any more. Times are changing and I'm taking the proverbial bull by the horns and shoving it in the trash.
That being said, I have had to edit this post quite a bit because where I was in April and have been over the course of months since I've been revisiting this has changed quite a bit. But, it's never too late to start again, so here goes.
Making plans for a pretty epic 2015.
Cooking a lot more often than I ever have lately. I discovered the versatility of using an oven and over the last couple of months have made some wonderful recipes and even hosted a dinner. I make a mean pork chop marinade. Win.
Drinking water. Well, trying to drink more and more of it. And cutting back on the alcoholic drinks. But only because the hangovers are getting harder and harder to recover from. Seriously. 3 glasses of red wine and I wake up the next day feeling like I ran to Mombasa while being clobbered by a gorilla. And back.
Reading a few books all at once, which is a new thing, that I don't necessarily endorse, but here's why. Since I finished Chimamanda's 'Americanah' in January 2014, I haven't really been able to really dig in to anything else with ease. Which explains why I can't just read these books one at a time. The characters in Americanah became such a part of my life that I've been mourning the end of our time together since I put that book down. A year ago. I had been to Nigeria a few months before I read it so I could easily picture all the places Ifem described, and the food, and the Chapmans. I may just read it again, just to hang out with Ifem and Ceiling again. I remember I would wake up at 2am just to go back to Ifem's apartment. And when I realised the pages were getting less and less, I started to avoid the book. Just so I wouldn't finish it. It's not so much the writing style that I was into. It was their lives. I often wonder what they talk about and fight about now. S the books. Here we go.
1. "Essays In Love" by Alain de Botton, which I read on my phone when I have to wait for a meeting, stand in line, you get the drift. This is the first book I'm reading electronically. I was never a fan of that because, you see because, well, I'm a book sniffer. And I love the sound pages make when I turn them. Also, I avoided Alain de Botton for the longest time for the silliest of reasons. A former lover idolises him. But the said lover hurt me deeply, in the most profound of ways, and I couldn't for the life of me get myself to rid myself of the notion that they are the same person. (Don't ask me to explain; my take on why that notion rang true for a while would be convoluted.) Any mention of either one of them jolted me, and brought to mind the other. But Meh. I got over it. And now, well, Alain is a man worth your time. Catch some of his sentiments on The Philosopher's Mail (which was an experiment that has since concluded) and over at The Book Of Life, which is his new online property.
2. "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close", by Jonathan Safran Foer, which I carry with me everywhere. Even to the bath. This book is written in a language that I usually speak only to myself so you can imagine how many conversations have come up in my head, when I read the book, that end up distracting me from actually reading the book. It's been about 6 months now. And get this, I read it every day.
3. Haruki Murakami's 'Sputnik Sweatheart' which sits in my bedroom and escorts me into my dreams some of the time. I'm a huge Murakami fan and I usually devour his books with a rabid hunger, but somehow this one hasn't grasped me as he usually does.
Wanting to let loose tonight. I plan on having a night that I can enjoy with reckless abandon with new and old friends. I want to make memories tonight, that will set the tone for a 2015 full of travel, adventure and friends.
Looking for a new mechanic. My current one is getting a tad too complacent.
Playing "Dots" and "Two Dots" on my phone. I try to avoid getting hooked to cell phone games, (I'm calling out all Candy Crushers) but these two. Oh man. Someone save me.
Wasting time procrastinating about clearing up my house. (There is that word again. I'm always saying how my name should have been Procrastina instead.) Loads of stuff I don't use/wear/need any more. There's too much clutter in my life at the moment.
Sewing nothing at the moment, but I just finished knitting a sleeve for my laptop. Did it the day before Christmas, took a couple of hours.
Wishing everyone a fantastic start to the new year.
Waiting for my mechanic to get to me. (As I typed this bit, I was stuck outside the Polish Embassy where my car decided was the best place to break down. I must add that the said mechanic was at my house that morning 'fixing' the problem, and assured me once he was done that it was all sorted out. Only for this to happen barely 10 minutes later. I was heading to a TV set, where I was shooting a series, and was required there in full wardrobe and costume 45 minutes before this happened.) This would all have been somewhat okay if I had a loose bottle of wine with me in the car. Oh wait, no. Less booze Patricia. More water.
Enjoying (Enjoyed) the stare downs that happened between me and all the people driving past me while waiting for the mechanic, that thought that by staring and scowling hard at me they could magically give me powers to fix my car and get out of their way. :-/
(Edit: Mechanic came, fixed the issue and was done 2 hours and 15 minutes after I was to be on set. I was too late, obviously, as the required light was lost. They cast someone else.)
Liking all of Njoki Ngumi's and Mkamzee Mwatela's posts on Facebook. Their insight into things is honest and very eye opening. They inspire thought even if you, for some reason or the other, choose to be the most ignorant person on the planet. They also have a compelling way with words. Mkamzee will have you howling with laughter and she takes no prisoners with her snide and brutally honest remarks. Njoki will educate you and open your mind in a very matter-of-fact way. Look them up and follow them,
Wondering how many kilometres I have to cycle before my thighs are as toned as the Williams sisters.
Loving boda boda rides. Any excuse to jump onto one. That's how many Boda guys I have. And the list is growing.
Hoping that someone can soon figure out teleportation and make it an everyday, normal thing. This stuck in traffic/plane crash/plane disappearance is not pleasant.
Marvelling at how much my self awareness is growing.
Needing to make a decision already on what direction to take this website. Fonts, Layouts, Images, etc. I've been deliberating for weeks. I'm horrible at picking out fonts. I'm a font snob. Sigh.
Smelling my friends perfume on a sweater I wore when I met her at Hip Hop Karaoke a couple of weeks ago. I haven't worn the sweater since but yo! That scent was strong. And nice.
Wearing a dira and no shoes.
Following too many people on Instagram that post nothing. Ever. Time for a purge.
Noticing that nowadays, I don't have much time for things or people that bring me grief or unpleasant vibes. Also that I may have began this post with a lot of enthusiasm that has now dwindled to one line answers.
Knowing that we all have those farts that sometimes make us wonder what the hell is decomposing in our digestive system. And that it's okay to admit it. Sometimes.
Thinking about a master plan. Well, actually, what to do with my hair.
Feeling very grateful to be alive and healthy and to have the amazing family and friends that I have in my life. They really, really are top notch.
Bookmarking The Book Of Life.
Opening up a pandora's box with a couple of people by admitting that I follow both Huddah and Vera on IG.
Giggling because of this video. ( No, I am not obsessed with farts.)
Happy 2015 folks. May it be epic!