Its been too long since my last blog. I need to blog more!
Do you ever wonder what peoples key rings mean, if anything? I’ll tell you a bit about mine. I love key rings but you can’t have too many of them jangling around on your keys, it just gets really annoying. So I have two.
The first one is my Red Cross blood donation key ring. This is just a simple reminder to give. There’s so much humanitarian stuff I feel like I should have done and haven’t.....volunteering, donating to charity etc etc. Giving blood is a simple thing I can do, and it really does save lives. You get a key ring after your 2nd donation....after 50 you get a medal or something...not that I donate for the brass. My general feeling of the western population is that we have so much and give so little. Apparently 1 in 3 people in Australia will need blood but only 1 in 30 donates. This key ring reminds me every day to keep giving not just blood, but of myself in general.
The second key ring holds multiple meanings for me.
During my recent trip to the USA in Feb/March 2012, my final few days were spent in Los Angeles staying at the Figueroa Hotel. My Dad had already been diagnosed with stomach cancer before I left, but his condition was unpredictable, and we were hoping he could recover to a certain extent. It was here, that I found out he wasn’t going to recover - and that he had only a few weeks left to live. I adjusted my travel plans accordingly and went straight home.
I had some time to kill so I went to the Grammy Museum, just across the road. Its a pretty cool museum, I wasn’t allowed to take photos unfortunately - but as well as the history of the Grammy Awards, it tells much of the history of popular music in general. It inspired me because, for some, a Grammy award is the peak of musical achievement. Maybe not THE peak, but if you get a Grammy you can’t be half bad. You’d have to be pretty darn good at whatever you’re doing. An unrealistic goal perhaps, but I wonder what it would take for me to get a Grammy, or even just nomination.
It was also on this night, while walking around the L.A Live Centre (behind the museum) that I met 2 hot chics. Alas no, nothing raunchy happened. In fact, all that happened was that they were trying to take a photo of themselves in the square with an iPhone and were struggling, so I offered to take it for them and they were so thankful. We chatted for a bit, they were both from Orange County and were in L.A. to watch the basketball game with the L.A. Lakers. My only regret was....not getting a photo with them/of them. That’s all. They seemed like really nice girls, with my departure to Australia only a few hours away....it would have been nice to have a visual memory of them, no matter how seemingly insignificant. But I didn’t seize that moment...this key ring reminds me that next time, whatever the situation, I should.
So there you have it. Give. Strive. Remember. We don’t know how long we’re here for, so go for it.
I hold these thoughts in my hands every day :)
Do you ever wonder what peoples key rings mean, if anything? I’ll tell you a bit about mine. I love key rings but you can’t have too many of them jangling around on your keys, it just gets really annoying. So I have two.
The first one is my Red Cross blood donation key ring. This is just a simple reminder to give. There’s so much humanitarian stuff I feel like I should have done and haven’t.....volunteering, donating to charity etc etc. Giving blood is a simple thing I can do, and it really does save lives. You get a key ring after your 2nd donation....after 50 you get a medal or something...not that I donate for the brass. My general feeling of the western population is that we have so much and give so little. Apparently 1 in 3 people in Australia will need blood but only 1 in 30 donates. This key ring reminds me every day to keep giving not just blood, but of myself in general.
The second key ring holds multiple meanings for me.
During my recent trip to the USA in Feb/March 2012, my final few days were spent in Los Angeles staying at the Figueroa Hotel. My Dad had already been diagnosed with stomach cancer before I left, but his condition was unpredictable, and we were hoping he could recover to a certain extent. It was here, that I found out he wasn’t going to recover - and that he had only a few weeks left to live. I adjusted my travel plans accordingly and went straight home.
I had some time to kill so I went to the Grammy Museum, just across the road. Its a pretty cool museum, I wasn’t allowed to take photos unfortunately - but as well as the history of the Grammy Awards, it tells much of the history of popular music in general. It inspired me because, for some, a Grammy award is the peak of musical achievement. Maybe not THE peak, but if you get a Grammy you can’t be half bad. You’d have to be pretty darn good at whatever you’re doing. An unrealistic goal perhaps, but I wonder what it would take for me to get a Grammy, or even just nomination.
It was also on this night, while walking around the L.A Live Centre (behind the museum) that I met 2 hot chics. Alas no, nothing raunchy happened. In fact, all that happened was that they were trying to take a photo of themselves in the square with an iPhone and were struggling, so I offered to take it for them and they were so thankful. We chatted for a bit, they were both from Orange County and were in L.A. to watch the basketball game with the L.A. Lakers. My only regret was....not getting a photo with them/of them. That’s all. They seemed like really nice girls, with my departure to Australia only a few hours away....it would have been nice to have a visual memory of them, no matter how seemingly insignificant. But I didn’t seize that moment...this key ring reminds me that next time, whatever the situation, I should.
So there you have it. Give. Strive. Remember. We don’t know how long we’re here for, so go for it.
I hold these thoughts in my hands every day :)
