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Meow

Today I was painting, nothing exciting, just something destined for a cubby hole at the youth centre, while the young people milling around, drinking milkshakes and seeking shelter from the rain.

One of them looked a little glum, as though she’d been crying, not really in the mood to smile (which is unacceptable in my book), so my quick and nonsensical thinking led to the second she looked away and back at me I had painted a cat nose and whiskers on myself. From that point on she could not maintain a straight face and from her endless giggles I could tell my work had been done.

20130529-082004.jpgIt even inspired her and her two friends to ask for the same feline upgrade! This was all well and good for them, they were being collected in a car by their mum, avoiding the stares of the general public. I however, still had a food shop to do and a train to catch…

But, not one to grasp the sensible; instead of washing it off I decided to embrace my inner (and outer) kitty and leave it on. Whenever I do things like this (more often than I should probably admit) I like to adopt a very serious and stern face, one that denotes a ‘no-nonsense’ attitude, a complete contrast to what the nonsense on my face suggests, which only confuses staring passers-by even further.

I enjoy their curious glances [insert cat killing pun here], but what I enjoy even more is the hope that someone who is having a really bad day, catches a peek at my curling poster paint whiskers and has their grey cloud knocked from their crown.

It makes my questionable behaviour worth embracing. So come on, smile meow!

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PS. I am also confuddled to report that having cat whiskers painted on resulted in me not getting IDed for alcohol.
PPS. Having cat whiskers painted on also guarantees you your own pair of seats on the train!

 

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Time: Free to a Good Home

It was about six years ago when I became obsessed with volunteering, helping out with charities and doing things for good causes. It was at a time when I was getting angry that I couldn’t do anything to help my dad when he was going through cancer treatment, but instead of dwelling on it I decided to channel it into something positive. Not only did it make me feel better about using my energy for good but it kept my brain occupied when things got bad.

I used to occasionally do it when I could alongside my office job, which was both a good and bad thing because yes, I was helping people but it was also making me hate my job. I could see that all this stress and anguish I was feeling was for no other reason than to give the bigheads their statistics and projected earnings. I wouldn’t have minded getting stressed over something that was ultimately going to make a positive impact on someone but for that kind of nonsense? No.

Luckily, my Squishy Lamb could see how miserable I was becoming and told me to quit my job, go to University and study something that matters to me. It took a little while to me to get over the idea of being a ‘kept woman’ because I hate not being able to pay my own way, but at the same time I appreciated the sacrifice he was making for my dream.

So I did it, I quit my job and never looked back. Got accepted into University to do Childhood, Youth & Community Studies (a mouthful, I know) and I finally found what I was meant to be doing.

It was on this course that a guy came into to talk about the local YMCA centre for young people and that they were in desperate need of volunteers.
I signed up.
As soon as I got there I fell in love with it. I loved the people, the atmosphere and the work they were doing with these kids. Hearing their stories could be heart breaking but at the same time, but seeing their smiles and enthusiasm would be incredible.

Now my first year of university has ended and I have 5 months to kill until I go back, so I’ve had to decide what to do.
Option One: Get a job in a shop and learn nothing new but get paid.
Option Two: Volunteer full-time, helping people and absorbing all the free information and life experience I could get my eyes on.

No question really, I went with option two and it was in that decision I realised that if I’m willing to do this volunteer work, full-time, for free, I know I have found my perfect job in life.

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Oh, bloggy hell!

Well done Georgie’s mouth, you did it again! How many times do you have to be told to confer with Georgie’s brain before any decision making?! You imbecile.

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