I have always loved futuristic, cyberpunk themed stories, especially those containing moral and ethical themes around artificial intelligence.
This post is a little bittersweet. I am grateful that we bumped into her that day because it taught me to be careful about how I treat others, especially those who I might not particularly like very much. There are a lot of socially dense people out there who wouldn't notice an eye roll, a cringe, a sigh. But I think most people would pick up on this kind of thing. I know I would, and I know she did that day.
How can I pick just one? One musician has a voice and stage presence are impossible to replicate. It was like he could draw up creative energy from his very being, like a vortex, and express it through his voice. Another musician, a humble, creative genius with a musical soul and a soulful voice. An innate ability to tell a story with songs that endure over time.
It's been a long time since that first job of mine out of university, but I have never forgotten the kindness shown to me by a friend. That job was life changing and it opened up so many doors further down the path. I've never forgotten the difference it made in my life then.
It's strange, growing up an only child, with no cousins or aunts or uncles or grandparents nearby, even though there are dozens of cousins and aunts and uncles 'back home'. For me there was never a 'back home', there was always just home. Where my parents were.
My most favourite book of all time is Terry Pratchett's 'Nation'. In this story, we see the importance of picking ourselves up and carrying on no matter what. We persevere. And we don't have to live our lives according to the old ways. We can forge new pathways that are better than the old ones.
I'm OK at a lot of things. I can do a lot of stuff that would get a 'pass' mark. Most of it would be an average score, though, and not exceptional. There are lots of things I love doing, but I don't think you can be good at them. Like reading. Can you be a good reader? Can you be a good leisurely walker? A good bird feeder? A good music listener? A good sunrise watcher?
We were both awkward young teenagers and didn't really know how to fit in. Not sporty. Not academic. Not popular. Not arty. Not outgoing extroverts. We soon found ourselves together, 'matched up' by other students who also weren't sure where we fitted in.
My mum admitted the present was from her, and she apologised that it was such a small thing. I don't know why she felt the need to apologise. It was the best present because it was exactly what I needed, and I told her so.
I moved to my current neighbourhood last October, and joined all the local community groups on Facebook I could find. A great way to keep up to date on local trades and events. A couple of weeks ago, a lady posted an invitation to a psychic workshop. Small group only, open up your intuition, throat chakra healing, and some practical hands on stuff. Something compelled me to go to this workshop, so I went.