Thursday, 29 January 2015

Liebster Award.


Thank you to Angela Zemp for nominating Boxofficegirl for the Liebster Award! I am deeply moved and more than a little bit chuffed to have my work recognised by like minded folk. So, without further ado, let's crack on with answering the random questions Angela has kindly set out below.

  1. What illness have you ever faked, to get a day off work?
          I wouldn't dream of faking anything...Err...Nope...Can't think of a...Next question!
    
     2.  What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?
 
          It cannot be 7am ALREADY!

     3.  What do you think Victoria’s secret is?

          Well, she and I were chatting the other day and it turns out that it's all a terrible misunderstanding. This slur on her good name has it's roots in gossip started by an unsavoury character who envied her ability to adapt to tricky situations. Apparently...

     4. What is your perfect Pizza topping? (If pizza not liked, favourite meal!)

         Hawaiian or sometimes Four Cheeses. Not Anchovies though, ugh. Fowl muck.

     5. If you could be present at any famous historical moment, what would that be?

         Shakespeare's first production at The Globe. How cool would that be!

     6. Share the weirdest thing about you!

        Too many to choose from...Hmm, I like my milk in first when making tea.

     7. Who would you most like to be stuck in a Lift/Elevator with?

        Boris Johnson. Fascinated by that man. Failing that, Tom Cruise. (yeah yeah, whatever.)

     8. Who is your hero/heroine?

        Varies, however I do have a lady-crush on Fiona Bruce. Smart woman.

     9. Which cartoon character do you resemble the most?

        Velma from Scooby doo.

    10. What cheers you up after a bad day?

         A pot of tea and Coronation Street.

    11. What is the one single question you hate to answer?

        Mum, what are we having for tea?!


Alrighty, well, that wasn't too bad and now for those 11 random facts. I bet you can't wait can you. No? Here we go then...


1. I met Donny Osmond. Twice. ( Told him No the first time.)

2. My rape alarm went off during a Mark Knopfler concert when I was hiding in the wings. ( I don't have one now as this was a very long time ago and I feel the danger has passed.)

3. I managed to convince  José Carreras that I was indeed part of the welcome committee when actually I was on my break and should have been heading for the canteen.

4. I am the third of four sisters. They are my rock and I love them all dearly except when we fall out, then it's every gal for herself.

5. I always find a reason to laugh. Especially in the face of adversity.

6. I know all the words to the songs in The Sound of Music.

7. Boxofficegirl is more than a pseudonym. She's also a real-life Superhero who must at all costs keep her identity secret, for obvious reasons. 

8. This blog has seen me through both good times and bad and is the reason I am still sane (ish)

9. When I was little I wanted to be called, Rapunzel after my favourite fairy-tale character.

10. Also as a child I had an imaginary friend drawn on the porch wall in chalk. I used to sit on the loo and chat with her.

11. I will always be grateful for the Internet and the opportunity to share my thoughts and dreams with whoever happens to stop by and take the time to read. 

  Here are my nominees for The Liebster Award, in no particular order...

1. johnwhitebooks.blogspot.com/  John White.

2.http://www.words-of-a-feather.com/ Janys Hyde.

3. http://nicolamonaghan.com/ Nicola Monaghan.

4.http://1thoughtfulreader.wordpress.com/ Wendy Gold Rossi

5.http://writingourselveswell.co.uk/ Kate Evans

6. teatimeshorties.blogspot.com/ Julie Smith.

7. http://girlinwellies.com/ Anne Bennett Brosnan


Finally, here are my questions for all of you lucky nominees:

1. When was the last time you went to the theatre and what did you see?
2. Who would you most like to interview?
3. Who would you most like to be interviewed by?
4. Do you snore?
5. Have you ever stood up a date for no good reason?
6. Have you ever warn the same clothes 2,3 or more days on the trot?
7. If you were a T-shirt what colour would you be and why?
8. Have you ever parked in a disabled spot when you shouldn't?
9. What is your best quality?
10. What is your worst quality?
11. Which of your blog posts is your favourite and why?

So, with that I would like to thank the producer, the director, my agent (when one decides to turn up) and all those who worked so tirelessly backstage to make this gig such a great event. My thanks again to Angela for the nomination and now I'm off to join the after show party!



 Good luck!

           
The Official Rules of The Liebster Award 
If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:
  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
  2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
  3. Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
  4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
  5. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
  6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
  7. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
  8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Phrase For Today.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.
 
Voltaire.

Saturday, 17 January 2015

Sleeping Beauty.

I've just finished whizzing through Paul McKenna's latest book, The Three Things That Will Change Your Destiny Today! which was gifted to me by a very loving and thoughtful sister. (Thank you, Lynn.)

Mr McKenna incorporates the teachings of a range of key spiritual practices and condenses them into accessible bite-sized portions. Towards the end of the book he talks about his own journey through life and how he was influenced by the work of enlightened Scotsman, Sydney Banks. Banks had little education and struggled with a sense of insecurity until one day in a chance meeting with a psychotherapist, was told he wasn't insecure, he just thought he was. McKenna picks up on this theme and asks:

'What are the things you tell yourself that limit the future you are creating...?'
 
It's a good question and one that I've found myself thinking about a lot recently.
 
I've never been very good at dealing with change especially if change is sprung upon me without any warning. My default answer is usually a fearful, ' Oh, I can't, sorry,' before I've even considered the possibility or given due consideration to, 'Actually, maybe I could...' Occasionally I surprise myself but not often. It's learned behaviour and I know I need to unlearn it if rot and stagnation are to be thwarted from setting in.
 
I'm reminded of customers buying their theatre tickets, teeth clenched behind grim lips because somebody else has already purchased the seat they always sit in. The idea of sitting elsewhere with an altered view of the stage is, to them, unthinkable.
 
But is it...?
And if so, why?

As an analogy of life this idea works well for me. I always sit in the same seat to watch television for example or, before my accident, the same area of seating on the bus to work. We have the same place for meals at the family table. My grocery shopping list is pretty uniform with the odd exception here and there. I veil complaints to my husband for not being  the Ethan Hunt, as played by Tom Cruise, character I dream he should be. His response, rightly so is: 'Well, you're not exactly setting the world on fire either, are you?' He's right. Nobody could accuse me of living life on the edge despite all claims to fame.

So, what else do we do or not do - albeit unconsciously, which filters and limits learning and growth in our lives? If we are habitually capable of re-enforcing the negative surely it stands to reason that with a little patience and effort we can begin to build on the positive, turning the If only's and I cant's into I can, I do and I did!  

There is nothing in McKenna's book that I personally have not read a thousand different ways before which again makes me wonder - what on earth! I remember reading but I'm beginning to think it's more a question of retaining the knowledge. It's not that we don't know but that we/I can't remember. We lapse back into unconsciousness once the euphoria of the latest 'new idea' has settled. Like our Christmas presents, which at the time filled us with untold joy, are then left scattered about the house until they somehow integrate with the rest of the household clutter lurking in already bulging cupboards or crammed beneath dusty beds. Forgotten until they are once more 'discovered' again.

I have woken from unconsciousness many times over only to fall asleep again the moment the party is over; and left to my own devices, cobwebs are never long in the making.

The book comes with a motivational DVD and a CD which I have diligently employed thus far. (It's still new, you see.) The meditation on the CD is quite nice to drift off to in bed, gently lulling me to sleep as Mr McKenna croons comforting words of positive stereo support into my sub-conscious mind. 'This is not like sleep...' he tells me as I open the door to dream-world. ' If you need to wake up, you will awaken feeling refreshed and alert...' I believe him even though I'm half way to slumber town and everything else he's saying is lost in the mist...

I'm at an awards ceremony. Tom Cruise is there and begs me for my phone number as I sachet to the stage amidst the applause and a standing ovation. My speech is sublime and the audience laugh with genuine appreciation, hanging on my every word. I have become a being of light radiating the positive energy of self-realization - There is nothing that I cannot do!

This was where I was meant to be.
This is my world.
I have come home.

Tom is by my side trying to tell me something extremely important but I can't make out what it is. Another voice keeps interrupting, shouting louder AND LOUDER over him. I shake my head in frustration and reach out for Tom but he's suddenly much further away! This other voice demands my attention, COMMANDING me to -

THREE

TWO

ONE...

WAKE UP!

WAKE UP NOW!


Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Beyond the Veil.

Having enjoyed a Christmas hiatus from all things medical, the buzzards will soon be circling again and I will need to have my wits about me if I'm to intercept them at the crossroads.

The journey from last June to here has been unconventional to say the least.

 Imagine for a moment, if you will, suddenly losing your speech and having to resort to writing everything down. You then need to attract the attention of the person you wish to speak to - which is fine if they are family or a close friend - but not so fine when they are the person behind the deli counter in the supermarket. The shopping, the school run, the telephone, visitors; any and all interaction with the outside world, which up until now has never posed a problem, becomes a barrier between you and the person you used to be.

 Over time, your speech returns but you no longer sound like your native self. You look the same but when you open your mouth another voice emerges. It sounds foreign and people look at you strangely with suspicion and unease. Are you having them on? Why are you speaking like that? Where are you from?

I'm as English as you are but I had a Functional Stroke which has changed my speech pattern. I don't know why and neither do they. Yet.

Initially, when it happened, there was an uncanny internal silence and for a while I followed the trail my mother had laid before me. Her mind washed clean by the incoming tide. I wish I could have bottled the experience, I might have made a fortune from all those seeking the path towards enlightenment. Perfect peace. No inner voice. No constant twittering's from the maniac/ego self we all share head space with. No ranting's or arguments. No opinion. My younger sister was so envious. 'You mean you don't have any voices inside your head that never shut up?!' No. Nothing. I had re-visited the place of innocence normally reserved for the very young or the very old and for a while I merely observed life, occupying a place in the world but not of the world. It was wonderful, exciting and liberating, as though I had involuntarily been set free from all care and concern.

Sod's law.

As my speech returned, inevitably it brought the trappings which clog and contaminate our purest form of self. The muck and dirt of unwanted thoughts and emotions raced to impale themselves upon my unsullied utopian beach. Each wave of reawakened consciousness depositing debris in it's wake.

Not all gifts were withdrawn.

As I pick my way carefully through daily life assessing where and when it might be safe to communicate, people who knew me through all are rewarded with conversation. Those who know me but have only heard the headlines do their best in constant earnest to encourage me with trickling's... 'Gosh, you're doing so well. Keep it up.' They smile benevolently and I pity them for pitying me for they know not where I have been nor have the ability to see what I have seen beyond the veil.