I am doing a try blog post. A difficult one. Found on another blog.
My life in years from now. If I imagine. And wish. And do not worry.
At least three things.
In 1 year (23).
~I have moved from my current student's flat, closer to the city.
~I have figured out where to do my MA.
~I might still be depressed. But I can talk about it.
In 3 years (25).
~I am doing, or have just finished, an MA in English literature. Preferably in the UK.
~I have made friends. And become close to them.
~I have been able to run 10 km quite easily.
~I know what is wrong with me and my head. And I know how to work with it.
In 5 years (27).
~I have had a relationship, at least once, with a man or a woman.
~I have a cat.
~I have written something I am proud of.
In 10 years (32).
~I have taken or am doing my PhD in English Literature, maybe on modernists, or how space/room is conceived.
~I have lived in Leeds again.
~I live in a flat or a house I like.
~I write. Or teach.
~There are some children in my life. Nieces and nephews hopefully.
~I am in a relationship? Or have had a serious one at least.
In 30 years (52)
~I teach at a university. Maybe in Sweden, but I have or will teach abroad as well.
~I have cats, still.
~I have nieces and nephews. And maybe, maybe, a child of my own.
~I have published something written. Apart from the thesis.
~I have run at least one marathon.
~I work not full-time. Maybe 75%.
Honestly. I was not that difficult. It seems just very unlikely.
It is exciting to think of myself in these ages. This is good for me to read when I fall into holes of meaninglessness.
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Monday, 7 July 2014
Introduction
I love writing. But I find myself uncomfortable in my languages. It's an extravagant discomfort, but an important one nevertheless. I can't write in my first language because it does not go well with my thoughts, and anyway, I read too little in it. But I'm not entirely skilled in my second language - English - either, even though I read most things in English. So I figured I should practice my English writing. Writing on a blog seemed an easier way to structure it and to actually do it well, than the run-on thoughts I type down in my journal.
I have another blog. Or I had one, as it is hardly still alive. It has not been a space I'm comfortable in for the last year. Mostly because I know who reads it and they are not people I really want to be reading it. Not people I can be honest to the way I only am in writing. But also because I want to write about what I read and books and poetry in English. And mostly because I need to practice my actual use of the language.
So there. I will try to write here once in a while. I'm thinking a lot about metaphors right now, so there might be some of that. I'm quite unhappy as well, so there will probably be some of that. And maybe some love; love for the women writers I read and adore. That is one things about me: I love nothing more in the world, than women writers.
Oh, before I finish up for the night (it is such a hot warm night), I'll explain about the name of the blog. For the benefit of future me, mostly. I listened to a (Swedish) song in which the first line goes 'Jag kunde se dig under lindarna'. I think that line and its melody is so pretty and liberating that I fell in love with the idea of naming anything after the lime tree. I translated it. Found the possibly prettier kind, the silver lime, and so there it goes. More importantly, the url was available. I suppose I need some kind of layout or design with a silver lime now?
I have another blog. Or I had one, as it is hardly still alive. It has not been a space I'm comfortable in for the last year. Mostly because I know who reads it and they are not people I really want to be reading it. Not people I can be honest to the way I only am in writing. But also because I want to write about what I read and books and poetry in English. And mostly because I need to practice my actual use of the language.
So there. I will try to write here once in a while. I'm thinking a lot about metaphors right now, so there might be some of that. I'm quite unhappy as well, so there will probably be some of that. And maybe some love; love for the women writers I read and adore. That is one things about me: I love nothing more in the world, than women writers.
Oh, before I finish up for the night (it is such a hot warm night), I'll explain about the name of the blog. For the benefit of future me, mostly. I listened to a (Swedish) song in which the first line goes 'Jag kunde se dig under lindarna'. I think that line and its melody is so pretty and liberating that I fell in love with the idea of naming anything after the lime tree. I translated it. Found the possibly prettier kind, the silver lime, and so there it goes. More importantly, the url was available. I suppose I need some kind of layout or design with a silver lime now?
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