sorting sorting sorting sorting

...sorting sorting.

What am I sorting, you ask? (Or maybe you don't, but I'm going to hope that you would ask, what am I sorting.)

Stuff, is the answer.
I'm stewing a secret plan, of returning to my homecountry (ES-TO-NI-A!) for some time.
I've lived in London for 6 years (with the 7th currently running). Which is a lot of time. Nearly a fourth of my life.
Crazy.
Absolutely crazy.

So now with various things here and there, and A. being SO international, and all the sweethearts at home, et cetera, I've found myself actively thinking about this.

So therefore, because I am a HUMONGOUS chicken-pants (direct translation from Estonian), and by that I mean HUMONGOUS, I thought that actions could turn themselves into words. Since I'm too scared to actually say it and therefore make it official, I'm simply sorting through everything. My pre-step to moving.
But I think it's working.

And I'm having fairly significant amounts of fun with this. Finding old things, trying on all of my clothes to see what stays, what goes. Old posters, and other bits and pieces.
With Energy FM pumping great club-beatz at me. This is an Estonian radio station, and they are great.
http://www.energyfm.ee/ (go crazy. great tidying, sorting, workout-ing, whatever-ing music.)

Here's a picture of all the rings I found, none of which I wear, ever.
But much like the 5-year-old that I am, I put them all on at once and felt great about this situation.

My room was so lovely this morning. Alas, this sorting business has taken a little longer than I expected.
So now, my haven has been turned upside down.
Sigh.
Not to fear, tomorrow I will valiantly finish this quest!

Chicken is sorting. 
M.

my daily entertainment

Strider.

This has become a daily thing that I do.

Apparently, my new thing, is watching Lord of the Rings every night. Not a whole one, not in the right order. Just whatever hour or two from whichever one.
It's really strange, for no other reason than I've never been a fan of it really. And I'm therefore very confused as to why I'm watching the movies every night. And narrating to A. how this dwarf does this or, "NO, BOROMIR", or "the dwarf is running", or "got to love Gollum", or "Let's hunt some orc!", or "Yes, mini man-elf-dwarf union!!", or "ICH LIEBE GANDALF", or "Run, Sam, run!", or "Yes, Aragorn, you prance over that treelog", and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.
I mean. It entertains me largely, but I do find it somewhat bizarre. But whatever because ICH LIEBE GANDALF you know.

Oh, and then I realised I would LOVE to be an elf-queen. So much. If anyone has any tips, please hook me up. Thanks!
M.

too short

Life is too short for small compliments.
And small entrances, and small exits.
And small sunsets, and small rainbows.
Life is too short for small careers.

And small kisses.
And small friendships.
Life is too short for small hugs.

Small ideas. Small concepts. Small statements. And beliefs. TOO SHORT

Life is too short for small passions.
For small love.
Life's too short for small families.
And small weddings.
Life is too short for small rings.


Life is too short, for small rings.


And small casts, and small budgets, and small stage sets.

Life's too short for small heels.
And small amounts of eyeliner.
And small eyelashes.

Life's too short for small glasses of wine.
Or small bottles of champagne.

Life's too short for small slices of bread.
Good, home bread.
Life's too short for small risks.


Life is too short, for small risks.



Too small.
Too little.


If there is more to give.


And there always is.


I'm ready for my next tattoo.
With love.M.
(disclaimer: this is NOT A POST ABOUT MONEY.)