Thursday 25 February 2016

The Jigsaw




A single piece in a jigsaw puzzle is whole and complete and if you remove it from the bigger picture it’s form doesn’t change, the pattern on it remains the same, and it exists entirely as apiece in its own right. Put it next to the other parts of the puzzle and a full image begins to emerge.


Last week, whilst watching a film I found myself feeling full, complete, happy and content in my own self for the first time in a while. It was one of those right films, at the right time, in the right mood moments and with the perfect amount of abstract story to allow me to take the narrative and fit it into the parts of my brain that had been flailing for answers. I left the cinema feeling happy in my own skin and even with a full acceptance that my double chin is a part of me and actually I’m pretty okay.


At the end of January I went freelance, as a writer, as an Actor, as a voiceover artist and as any real odds and jobs (to begin with). The last four weeks have been about exploring and every single day I’m learning something new, about me, about my creative process, about the industry I am trying to get into and about life in general. I feel very alive, even full to the brim. I also feel permanently terrified and lost but often these negatives can help to just keep us awake and open to the present moment.


So much of life is spent worrying about tomorrow or thinking about yesterday and I simply haven’t had time to do either, unless you count the once daily panic about money, a worry that exists in the future because in fact financially I’m okay. I have saved enough to buy myself time but I still panic about that fictional point in the future when the money has all gone. Which is ridiculous because if I stay in the present moment then I have money and literally anything could happen between now and the day it runs out. So it’s a wasted worry and wasted energy, as all future projections are.


The last few weeks spent exploring who I am and trying to package my skills for ‘sale’ has bought me back into focus. I can see myself again and the reflection isn’t all that bad after all, in fact I am in technicolour. Which got me thinking, it is so important that we nourish whom we are in order to keep ourselves in the centre of our own lives. It is so easy to get lost in the bigger puzzle, to cling to all the pieces that surround us as a way of holding onto our identity. Be that your job, your finances, your family, your partner, your friends or all of the above at once. We begin to believe we need the other components to be whole. But in fact we are complete.


The other bits, our job and the people around us, they make up the tableau of our whole life and when you take one away yes that changes the image, possibly even a void is left that cannot be patched up, like when death visits and takes a loved one away, but our part, our shape, our form remains intact.


And if you try and fit a piece of the puzzle in the wrong place, sometimes it can look right for a bit, it can seem to fit but eventually another fragment comes along or the fact that the puzzle doesn’t quite sit right will become clear and you accept it is time to move it to it’s rightful place. It’s still a part of the sketch of your life but it’s not always the picture you thought it was going to be when you started drawing. And that’s okay.



All we can do is stay in the frame, remember we are whole and that life is a puzzle which we don’t have to figure out all at once, it will become clear in time, it will be complete only when death takes us and figures of it will go missing along the way, leaving gaping holes, areas of it will shift and change as life becomes clearer, some bits will fit somewhere unexpected but you as a piece in it, you are complete, you are all you ever need to be, here, today, right now – you are enough.

Thursday 18 February 2016

Smug Bastard Salad (I'm still hungry)




Look, we all know the blog has been hideously neglected but let's not make things awkward. A promise between friends (or strangers on the internet) means never having to give a reason or excuse for why you broke it, unless of course you are a prospective future Editor, in which case - my pet fish died, Nemo, it was so sad, he had a gammy fin and escaped the clutches of an evil girl to get back to the Ocean in an earlier life, plucky little fella. 


Yes, I am flaky, yes, but, well, life. Oh shut up.


In other news, I am eating sugar and drinking alcohol and I am happy, so bollocks to it. However, I am still trying to eat generally healthy food and after a friend asked me to send him the recipe for the quite frankly brilliant soup I made last night, I decided that maybe, just maybe, I might be able to pipe up here every now and then. And so, well, lunch happened and I learned a lot as I made and then ate it and now it's all yours to learn, try and then regret. You're welcome:



Smug Bastard Salad (I'm still hungry) 

Ingredients:
Quinoa
Tuna
Yellow pepper
Celery
Red onion
Baby leaf spinach

Dressing:
Olive oil
Cider vinegar
English mustard
Salt and pepper


Cook the Quinoa according to the instructions because, let's be honest, if you can read this, you can read those. And also, they vary wildly and I don't want to be responsible for you messing this up. 


As it is cooking, take a large mixing bowl and a table spoon. Pour olive oil over the spoon twice, sloshing it over the edges as you go, in a vain attempt to measure it. Look in the bowl, decide to add more, do it freehand because you're a rebel. 


Carefully measure one tablespoon of cider vinegar and throw it in, doubt whether it's enough but don't add more, just regret it later. Add half a tablespoon of mustard, a pinch of salt and pepper and feel like a French connoisseur as you stir them together. 


Chop one celery stick, half a yellow pepper and a quarter a red onion, which you will both regret and be grateful for later. Stir it all in. Add half a tin of tuna whilst having your legs wrapped into a knot by two cats circling you like lions (optional), stir. Then add the quinoa, I mean as much as you think is necessary. I can't help you here, no one knows the answer. Stir again. Then add some baby spinach leaves and stir again. 


Heap onto a plate, think you couldn't possibly eat all that, put some back into the mixing bowl and feel smug. 


Take one mouthful, allow your eyes and nose to run from the overpowering taste of onion. Realise you can't taste the dressing at all so be grateful for the overpowering taste of onion. 


Eat it. Realise that it is salad and yes you can eat all of it, you smug bastard. Scrape the bowl clean whilst ruminating how for a second effort at a salad dressing, you really should have done better. Let it go, because life is hard enough and there are probably better things to admonish yourself for than the fact you're still not French. 


Sit for one minute before realising that you're still hungry, because, salad. 


Eat an Easter Egg. Regret nothing.