Well hellooooo...
Yep, it's Sunday evening and I'm here as usual, blogging away.  It's been a busy week, what with my frantic attempts to finish decorating the hall (STILL not quite done) and a visit from Mama and Papa Berry.  It was lovely to see them both and show off my new abode to my ma, who had yet to visit, and to my pa, who has only seen it in the light of a decorator.
On Saturday I was treated to a West Show, this time The Lion King.  Whilst I was impressed by the singing, dancing and puppetry, I admit I wasn't blown away.  As my ma pointed out, the story was a little one-dimensional, but I think it was something else that really bugged me.  I couldn't help but wonder how an African would see the Westernized, Disney-fied interpretation of their country.  What would they make of the sanitized version of the vibrant outfits I saw when I visited Kenya, or the semi-clad actors and supporting dancers who seem to play to that tired, old stereotype that black people are, like women, little more than sex objects?

I wonder if my discomfort came from a conversation I had earlier that week about the way we describe people from different ethnic groups.  Whilst I understand that to the older generation the label "coloured" was once much more acceptable than the term "black", I had to point out that it basically puts anyone who isn't "white" into the same ethnic group - essentially lumping together anyone who isn't Caucasian as the other.  Whilst I accept that not all people mean to be derogatory when they use the word, when you look under the surface, it screams of notions of white supremacy.  Not pretty.
But then, who am I to judge?  In my day job, I spend a lot of time telling people how they should behave and what they should do to improve their lives - people who are often from a different class, ethnic background and generation to me.  Whilst my colleagues and I work hard to make a positive difference, I wonder if we always listen to the people we are supposed to be helping - and whether we truly welcome and take on board their views.
So when I attend my evening meeting tomorrow, I'm going to make a conscious effort to really listen to what people are saying - and do my best to ensure that their views are taken into consideration in the follow-up work that we do.  I like to think that I already do this. but if I'm brutally honest, I wonder if I'm just kidding myself, and I ask anyone who reads this to let me know if they think that I am - and perhaps to take stock of their own practice and views when dealing with people who are different from themselves.

Well hello there...
I hope you're all feeling refreshed after that extra hour in bed?  I can't really say that I am, but that's got more to do with the three-day-decorating-marathon I just completed with my dad than a sleep shortage.  Yep, that's right - I have another room under my belt.  Here's a photo of it one coat in - and keep an eye on Twitter for the finished article once I've got it straight again...
When I haven't been preoccupied with my pad this week I've been working on an application for an internship.  Okay, so I might look a bit old for work experience, but this one is designed for us slightly more "experienced" folk who want to try something new.  I showed my first draft to my mate Vicky.  After politely nodding at my gushing prose on how much I loved the company and why  I was suited to it, she suggested that I should instead tell them my story.
"Eh?"  Even as a writer, the concept baffled me.
"It's at a magazine, so they'll want someone who has been on a journey that they can share with their readers."
I nodded as I made notes.  Now, not only did I need to convince them that I wouldn't be a complete waste of space, I wanted to make myself sound worthy of such an opportunity.  So I went for it.  And, whilst I don't know whether spending the last 13 years trying to make other people's lives better will impress them or not, I hope that admitting that it is only in my 30's that I feel able to pursue the dreams I've had since I was a teenager will resonate with someone on the shortlisting panel.
And, if it doesn't, I won't give up.  If I do, I know I'll live to regret it - not because I might miss my chance, but because I don't want to live my life thinking "what if?"  Besides, as the little plaque my mum once bought me says;
"Reach for the moon.  If you don't make it, you'll still be among the stars."
Okay, so as a statement it might be factually incorrect, but as a proverb it is one that I'm living by.  I recommend you give it a go too.