Women, Writing & Wondering
Sitting here in a rather pensive mood at the moment…
Tonight I did something that I thought I would NEVER do; I attended a “Speed-Dating” evening although it was dubbed a “Speed-Friending” evening…. more to meet new friends than new partners.
Firstly let me say that I actually thoroughly enjoyed the evening ~ thanks to Prime Minister Ellen Wang & Crew for organising and running the evening so smoothly. Also thanks to the gals that attended, I enjoyed meeting every one of you… thank you for sharing a bit of yourselves with me.
Tonight is strange in itself because it is the first time that I have socialised in a very long time, especially with “family.” It is also the fist night that I have had off in a while and am so totally relaxed, with nothing to do but mull over my thoughts, which are buzzing around at a rapid rate and jumping all over the place.
Thinking back over tonight there are a few things that strike me and are floating around in the grey matter. The first is the uniqueness of each woman that I met tonight – 3 minutes is a long time for some and too short for others…. (for those of you who don’t know about speed-dating, the concept is simple really; you sit in front of a stranger and have a timed 3 minutes to converse then time is called and you move on to the next person….)
Anyway, I digress…. To get back to each of the women I met tonight….
Each woman had a different aura, a different scent, a different warmth… each woman brought something unique to the table, even though a few of them were involved in simpatico careers/studies or jobs, they were all unique. Each of the voices vocalise a different tone, a subtle inflection, an interesting accent. Each woman a unique personality…
Not having done this before, and being a person who generally sits back and listens to a bit of a conversation first, finds something in common and then joins in, this `speed thing’ kinda knocked me. So what do you say to start a conversation with a perfect stranger? How do you get to know a person in 3 minutes? Does a goldfish REALLY only have a 3-second memory? (The answer to that is NO, actually.)
“So what do you do for a living?” – how trite is that? It is such a cliché, and for someone who spent 30-odd years in the Hospitality Industry, used to be an Ace at networking and can speak to strangers in lifts, supermarkets, toilets, wherever, it was pathetic! I think I did get a bit better as the evening wore on and I relaxed a bit though; and even that question did elicit some very fascinating answers that led to a further 10-second conversation before we heard the dreaded call “Three Minutes! Move On!”
Being someone who is very interesting in body-language it intrigued me to sit and think back what I actually noticed and perceived about different individuals. What was also interesting was the difference between what I noticed and what the friend I had gone with noticed about the same individuals… we had quite an interesting ride home… Conversely it was also interesting to hear what others noticed about me (at least those things that they commented on.)
All-in-all it was a thoroughly enjoyable and thought-provoking evening.
The thought-provoking was quite introspective…
Writing is like prostitution.
First you do it for love,
And then for a few close friends,
And then for money.
~ Moliere ~
I was, of course, asked the same question, “What do you do for a living?” and felt rather strange to say “I am a writer.” Although I do write and have been earning an income from it for the past few years, I never thought of myself as a writer until a friend told me a year ago I am one. I think tonight was the first time that I had to tell someone (11 someones) what I do to earn my daily bread, and it felt strange to say “I am a writer.”
This has played on my mind since I got home, and it made me realise that I have been so busy writing to earn a living, that I have not WRITTEN… I have neglected my own personal expression of life in all its glory, the good times and the not-so-good, the struggles and the triumphs… I have not written with passion for so long… and I AM a writer, I NEED to write!
SO, apart from thanking you for a lovely evening, Ladies, I need to thank you for making me realise that “All work and no play makes Billi a very dull gal!” I realise now that I must take up my blogging again and blog every day like I used to …
If you do not breathe through writing,
If you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing,
Then don’t write,
Because our culture has no use for it.
~ Anais Nin ~
And so I bid you Adieu ~ until tomorrow.
Oh Yeah, and I need a haircut! 😉