Surviving my mid-life crisis one coffee at a time…
Author: Polly Plaits
Mature (technically) graduate, vlogger, blogger, dreaming of travelling, mum of 4, K-pop addict, Japanese culture fan, and wannabe minimalist. And that is what this is all about... I am clearing, decluttering and "minimalising" with the long term aim of travelling and completing the adventures on my #kettlelist (Bucket list seems a bit final!) Come visit me on twitter and instagram @Pollyplaits , or on Youtube for my Polly put the kettle on (#PPTKO) weekly vlog that is DEFINITELY #NOTa50x50
Inspired by a particularly riling twitter thread the other day, I have been pondering the concept of sharing, guilt, and whether it is a learnt behaviour. In particular, I wanted to look at how we were taught as children to share, and how this, in turn, impacts what we then teach our own children.
So is ‘sharing caring’, or does the lesson come with a cost?
That last week of January was the longest of my life – and it ended with very deep snow that I had to trudge for 2 hours in to get to work. I say trudge, it became more of a hobble after I slipped on the ice and landed on my back. After realising I would not actually be able to sit down at work, I was allowed home to wallow in pain. Welcome to February everyone!
Long before YouTube… There were single, inconvenient songs on a record
Back in the day – the ‘day’ being between 1987 and 1997- I used to buy lots of singles. They only used to cost about 99 pence in Woolworths back then, or maybe that was the reduced price, they used to sell them off once they left the charts. Records, and then later tapes, were what I spent my birthday and pocket money on.
Sadly Woolworths, their records and their pick n mix are no longer with us. To be fair, neither do I own a record player or anything that plays tapes, so they wouldn’t be much use to me anyway.
Nowadays I am all about Spotify and You Tube, and I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get most of the music I listen to daily as singles now anyway, what with me being into Korean Indie bands – I am so cool and down with the kids…
But sometimes, I like to reminisce about the tunes I listened in my youth. These are some of the ones I liked so much – I bought them.
I broke a three year streak on Monday; for the first time since January 2016, I did not put a Vlog out on my YouTube channel. What’s more is that it was intentional. I almost caved Monday night, and was tempted to just put a short one up – a ‘Polly Filler’ if you will, but I stayed strong. Sometimes you have to break things, to correct them. Like a leg sometimes needs to be re-broken to set it straight, this streak needed to be broken so I could step back and look at where I am going. But where am I going? And do I really want to go there? Is change good, and if so, why do we fear t?
I love musicals; the Fred Astaire ones from the Thirties, the Technicolor wonders staring Gene Kelly in the Fifties, and epic modern stage shows. The hallmark of a great musical is a banging first number or overture, so this week’s Tuesday Tunes will showcase some of my favourite opening songs.
Following a chat in work about baby names, and what we might have been called had we been a different sex, I have been pondering names. Having investigated the subject as part of a ‘personal identity’ module at University, it amazes me that people are so unthinking in their choices when naming children, particularly in light of studies that cite the psychological impacts of the wrong name.