I.B.Stress

Sometimes blog posts (ha! just typo-ed that as 'poos'!) come into my mind fully formulated - strolling in, in full completion (is 'full completion' a phrase?), much like Harry Potter did to the mind of J.K. Rowling.

Sometimes these blog posts get written just as they come.

Other times (more often), they appear in a far clumsier, less witty and amusing version - a bit lost in translation, shall we say.

Sometimes they never get written.


There are a number of reasons why this might be the case. For example:
- the blog may be banal and boring (ha, doesn't always stop me posting it anyway)
- it may be too moany or self-indulgent (this one is one of those)
- I may have done or thought nothing of interest for so long, that there seems no reason to post at all.


Recently, I have been going through a bit of a blue phase. These happen occasionally. Mostly I can deal with them. Sometimes I can't really. This was one of those times.


So anyway, now I'm dealing with it a bit better so am in a better frame of mind to be communicating with the world again. Hurrah!



Good things about this week/weekend have been:

- My BEAUTIFUL niece and her DELIGHTFUL new little brother
- My lovely bro and sister-in-law (but don't tell him I called him that)
- Wonderful Vineyard-ers
- Long-lost friends and their new houses
- The absolute wonders of Skype
- Nandos and nattering (on a school night)
- Mothers who leave flowers at your door


My I.B.S seems to have returned a bit this week, which I'm not enjoying so much. It's ok right now though, after a healthy dose of Nando's best spicy chicken and acidic fruit juice.

I've also been MASSIVELY tired this week, despite going to bed at about 8pm on Sunday (I've told lots of people slightly different times - mostly because I was so tired I can't really remember. What I do remember is looking at the clock at 7:30pm and thinking "I'd like a nap... But if I nap now, I might not sleep later... Hey, why don't I just sleep now?!", and then I remember being in bed and replying to a text at 9pm in a mostly-completely-asleep state. So it was at some point between then and then. But that's not very interesting... Banal and boring. My bad.)



So I've been thinking of a few things recently. And (disclaimer: self-indulgence approaching) I've made a few conclusions about myself. Well, I say 'conclusions'. I mean 'observations'.

I've noticed that I've recently been thinking that if a child is bad at my subject, it's because I have been teaching them badly. If, however, a child is good at my subject, it's because they are naturally good at it, and it's nothing to do with me.

Now, I actually do believe this statement to have a lot of truth in it. No lie.


But then I realised that I have that sort of attitude in other areas, too. And have for a while.


Like:

If I do badly in an (particuarly instrumental/singing/dancing) exam, it's because I'm actually not very good at it, but if I do well, it's because the examiner was having a generous day, and actually don't really mean what they were saying/don't know what they were talking about.

If a guy isn't interested in me, well, why would he be, but if he is, then he isn't actually; he's wrong.

If I think I look bad in a photo, it's because I'm ugly, but if I don't look too bad, it's because of the angle, or the colour I'm wearing, or the light, or the person who took it, or the camera. (actually, it is amazing what light and angles and cameras can do. That is the truth)



Anyway, those are some of the thoughts I've been having recently. They seem to have come from a slightly selfish dark place, so apologies for that.



On another note, there are only two days til the weekend, Difficult Child was not as difficult today (hurray!) and my hair is slowly but surely getting longer. Yessss!


I'm off to write some bullet points about Webern.

Yeah man, can't wait.



Truth.