I must admit, to me this feels just the same as times at which, for many a reason,you pluck up the courage to join a group, start a course or any other situation which involves meeting a bunch of scary strangers, and then you are forced politely asked, to participate in those awful, awful 'ice-breaker' exercises. We've all been there, we've all been asked to learn three facts about the stranger sitting next to us or to throw a fucking bean bag whilst shouting the name of the recipient of that bean bag...which you inevitably forget causing uncontrollable internal squirming polite forced laughter.
That is beside the point. I'm trying to resist the urge to rant and to instead just introduce myself. My name is Heather. I turned 30 this year (it seemed unexpected; last time I checked I was 24). I live in a small ground floor flat in a city, but I'm lucky to have a garden in which I grow vegetables and try to encourage birdies to visit with a feeding station made of an old tent pole and duct tape. Classy, I know. That brings me to another point, I'm quite broke because I've been a student for nearly a decade and my student loan has reached extraordinary proportions.
I like yoga and own am controlled by the whims of two cats. One of which is adorable but stupid and the other beautiful and intelligent, but noisy, extremely noisy, and very very needy. I think he may be a dog. I don't like feelings and I don't like custard. I'm also new to this, so expect many,many mistakes.
I'm pleased to meet you and I hope that you enjoy sharing in my blind stumble through life adventures and experiences.
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