Letters to live by.

I'm still testing the waters.

Mistakes.

Dear kid,

Today I learned an important lesson in obstacles, well technically I didn’t. See, I’m learning to drive and I realise that acquiring a new skill no matter the difficulty requires a sufficient amount of practice, but that didn’t stop me from being angry at myself. I was driving, everything was hunky-dory and I got to traffic lights and I stalled like five times and I was panicking and the lights turned red and it was goddamn awful. The thing is that I knew how to drive the damn car, there was just something in me that shut down and I couldn’t figure out for the life in me what I was doing.

Kid, it wasn’t that I didn’t know how to do it, it was the voice, the tiny fucking insignificant voice in my head that was willing me to mess up. I’ll be the first to admit I screw up pretty much every single thing I do the first time I do it, hell the first few times I do it, but that doesn’t stop me. You see you might not expect it, but I am one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet. I refuse to let anybody tell me that I can’t do something, I refuse to let myself tell me I can’t do something.

This world is unkind and unfair and it’s going to knock you down far more often than you deserve, but as long as you get back up and fight back twice as hard, you’ll do fine kid. I believe in you.

George.

Inspiration.

Dear kid,

I started by telling you about this blog starting off as a spark, this spark was ignited if you will by the blog HONY. I find it to be briliant how inspiration can come from just about anywhere. Of all the things I am inspired to do, first on my list is storytelling. 

I hope wherever I end up in the future I am able to do that.I also promise to stop talking about sparks like a pyromaniac.

George.

New beginnings.

Dear kid, 

This blog started as the tiniest spark, an idea in my head that hasn’t yet remotely formed. It’s difficult for a spark to become a fire, but I’m trying. I may be in need of some lighter fluid or at least some hairspray. This has been a long time coming, but it’s here now and it’s a beginning. 

I feel the need for introductions and perhaps a handshake (maybe due to the British upbringing) but I also feel as though with time there will be no need. For I will reveal in future posts unto you my soul. This is my ‘first pancake’ so it’s a little shabby and unappealing, but kid I promise it’ll be a rollercoaster that only goes up from here on out. 

I will now leave you with my name,

George.