It has been so long since I blogged, wordpress locked me out of my own blog. Serves me right for being so neglectful of my own space.
Today’s post is all about useless, chatty, rambling type blogging. The kind we used to write before bloggers got all technical, monetised and useful to their readers. So I got the memo today, blogs are about rambling soul and connection. Somewhere along the line, I didn’t feel my useless ramblings were worthy. Or all that interesting but Allison, Maxabella and Stacey are proving me wrong.
Random Useless Blogging
Today I am recovering from my last two-night duty shifts. I catch babies for a living, amongst other things. My zombie brain managed to sleep until school pickup, shatter the microwave oven plate into a million pieces, make beef stroganoff from the glass covered steak that was in the microwave oven (3-second rule) and start re-reading Harry Potter & the Philospher’s Stone to Mr 8 before bed.
Night duty brain is like living in a fog. I go to work in the dark and sleep during the light. I am in an alternate universe. The rest of the world carries on without you, you feel like you are watching life pass you by. The money is good, no office politics or synchronised PMT (is that an urban myth?) but you have no life. Or brain power, which goes a little fuzzy. But night duty is a non-negotiable in nursing, so the fog continues.
Last evening, during the fog, I watched a documentary about comedian Tim Minchin becoming a composer for the Roald Dahl musical “Matilda”, told through his sister’s eyes. Tim (a fellow Perthite) chatted about his creative process and how the best work occurs when you break through the walls or creative blocks to achieve an emotional or physical reaction to your own work. If you react to your own work or creation,your audience will too.
The documentary also brought feelings of sadness about my own brother and sister. Siblings who have to live in different time zones to achieve their dreams or follow their partners. You can’t really be a part of their everyday because they are so far away. And no, Skype is not the same but does shorten the distance a little. Daylight savings is not my friend either.
Missed birthdays, Christmas, holidays and random acts of funny that happen to me simply because I step outside the house. I want to share with them but the meaning is lost once the moment has passed.
Ok, snap out of it Lisa. Random useless blog got too melancholy.
And now my microwave is useless too.