This entry comes to you from the bustling Metropolis that is, Whangarei. It’s been a long two days at a conference in Auckland, it’s now 10:30 at night. As you can imagine I am a little weary and looking forward to climbing into bed, writing my blog for the day before drifting off into sweet, sweet slumber.
This entry was going to be uplifting, thought provoking and entertaining. You’d read it and be filled with inspiration to perhaps do something tomorrow that would potentially change your existence forever. But alas, as all good plans go ladies and gentlemen, we’ve hit a bump in the tracks and been derailed.
I am for the night staying in a Motel here. The grounds look lovely, the girl on reception was nice. The room is acceptable if a little small, however the cockroach I located was neither of the two. Yes, there was a cockroach and we all know that where there is one, there is twenty. It really is the one thing that you hope won’t be greeting you when you enter the room, and to be fair it wasn’t. All it took was for me to open the door to the minibar, so not that reassuring being that it was near a food source.
Isn’t it strange what the mind does when it sees something like that? I’ve since had it removed and destroyed, sprayed and flushed but don’t think that didn’t stop me from checking remaining spaces in the room before turning down the entire bed linen because I once read that a cockroach could survive a nuclear holocaust or something like that. I feel like I have an all over itch, and that’s simply because of something that I have imagined as a result of seeing that one cockroach.
Coincidentally, while I was attending a conference yesterday, the speaker that was on stage held up a pink post-it note. He then told the room that prior to starting the session he had randomly placed a pink post-it note, like the one he was holding, under a chair in the room. The person that had this under their chair would have to go on to the stage with him and demonstrate what we had just learned. The room was immediately filled with gasps and sighs, and nervously people started getting out of their chairs and inspecting the underside of the one that they were sitting on. For a moment my body froze in place, my eyes widened, my pulse quickened and I resigned myself to the fact that I’m unlucky so it’s definitely going to be me. I didn’t get out of my chair, I simply held my breath and reached underneath from the left and ran my fingers along it, and then over to the right hand side. I was actually safe! The room suddenly emptied of gasps of panic and filled with sighs of relief.
As we all turned back to the stage, our speaker drew a large smile across his face, still holding the pink post-it note in his hand. He then revealed that there was no hidden note under any chair, but it was simply a demonstration that the mind can quickly imagine and create the worst case scenario from not only a pink post-it note, but an invisible pink post-it note.
So, I’ll apply that learning here. There might very well be an entire colony of cockroaches ready to do the macarena across my unconscious body, but until I see them with my own eyes, they simply don’t exist.
Sidenote: I’ll absolutely be giving this place a hideous review on Trip Advisor, but let’s get through this night first eh?
Today sounds like…
We started building the tempo with yesterdays song, so let’s crank it up another notch! In 2012 Ryan and I attended San Francisco Pride and fortunately one of the performers that I had the pleasure of seeing was former Pussycat Doll, Jessica Sutta. In 2011 Jessica released a song called ‘Show Me’ and seeing her perform it made me fall in love with the song instantly.
It talks about being in a relationship but that it involves work and that you can’t just expect love to be given, you have to show that you want it and what you’ll do to get it. It’s driven by a great pop beat, synthesizers galore and Jessicas vocals, so I love it! You can watch the video for ‘Show Me’ by clicking the image.
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