Scientist, waitress, dancer, Scottish, Irish, a little of all I these but at heart a bookworm.
The ugly green monster rears its head. Though really I have no claim, I can't help but feel like shouting "It should be me!". Me you're seeing, me you're wanting and me you're kissing.
I yawn all day, but force myself to wait for night. Then wake too soon and cannot sleep. I curse my body, my brain: Decide. Are you awake or tired. I have sights to see, I need my beauty sleep!.
A buzz of thoughts are going round and round in my head. Lists forming and re-forming endlessly. The constant worry that I will forget something vital..
In three weeks I depart for lands afar for 4 months. I'm going alone, and while I relish the idea of doing it solo, I'm also petrified.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars" Oscar Wilde.