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Wednesday, 4 November 2015

SETTING GOALS & HUNTING HOUSES.

Should there have been a hashtag in that title? Lately I've been seeing a lot of #relationshipgoals and #friendship goals and what not. For the most part it's a little bit dumb, littered with images of friends doing cartwheels, peace signs, kissing in painfully awkward positions or holding hands whilst driving (I've never really understood the appeal of dying in a car accident because I was a fuck head trying to imitate a meaningful relationship, but whatever, a lot of popular things have never really appealed to me. Except David Bowie.)

Anyway, as cringeworthy as these things can be, it's imperative not to overlook the highly important underlying elements of not just setting #goals, but also having a mental #image for what these #goals will look, feel, smell, taste like. Lately I've been living more consciously as well as working to become a vibrational #match #for #my #desires. I'll stop immediately with the hash tags.

If you're uncertain what becoming a vibrational match for what you want could mean, I found the greatest explanation in Erin Pavilina's blog ( http://www.erinpavlina.com/blog/2011/05/how-to-become-a-vibrational-match-for-your-desire/ .) Where she gives some great metaphors and simple steps you can take in your everyday to basically get to where you want to be, contrary to some spiritual blogs, she's refreshingly relatable with the right amount of sass, plus her killer humour is a bonus.

Speaking of conscious decisions, I have just made a great leap forward in my life and somewhat resolved a situation that I'd been turning a blind eye to for months. Basically, I was sexually assaulted by my housemates friend who would visit and stay with us at least once a month sometimes with his long term girlfriend, sometimes without. Without going into details, I was in too much shock to really do anything at the time, so sought advice from family and friends who basically advised me to not say anything to avoid 'rocking the apple cart' and I feared not being believed, having trouble finding somewhere else to live etc. In the end I approached one of my housemates who gave a pretty anticlimactic and unimpressive response (she might have been just as shocked, who knows?) I decided it was time to bring this chapter of by life to a close. To be honest, I think I would have moved out if her response was anything other than 'Holy shit, I can assure you he's never coming over again' but whatevs, time to move into a household that fosters a safer environment and learn from my own mistakes of panic and silence. I can talk about it in more detail/offer advice/support to anyone who has/is going/gone through similar situations as this is a culture that does tend to victim shame and make it perpetually difficult for people who have gone through things like this so speak up. It's unfortunately as important as it is commonplace.

But in regards to share housing: there is such an abundance of options all over Melbourne that the process of finding another can be both nerve wrecking & overwhelming -only because I believed it to be- it was. However, a rad friend let me know that her housemate was moving out. Could this be it? Will I not have to subject myself to the painstaking process of writing an interesting but not too pretentious little bit about myself; waiting to be contacted; attending interview after interview only to find out someone else was just that little bit more likable. Maybe that was a gross exaggeration. But still. I always thought job searching and house hunting were tied for tediousness. However, with a new revelation at the forefront of my mind, I have decided house hunting is worse. Only because when you're rejected it feels more personal, 'There was someone more qualified for the position' makes you feel way better than 'We wanted to live with someone who was better than you in every way possible, also your hair is tacky and we hate you.'

Like, I know that's not what they say to your face, but I'm almost certain it's what their thinking.

Back to goals though, I'm always a fan of numerology even if it's as simple as your lucky numbers appearing in the right place at the right time for example: I was very nervous about seeing a dietitian this one time, I was far more reassured when I saw that her office number was 22 and it turned out to be a super fruitful experience (hahahapunhaha.) Another time I was at the airport and my luggage was something like 4 or 5 kg's overweight. I couldn't put it through the self service. I noticed above the sales desk I was called to was 3, she ignored the overweight bag and checked me in - Saved $100 - Holy shit yeah. Some people choose not to believe it, which is cool too, whatever works. But noticing synchronicity in my life and never taking anything for coincidence has always served me extremely well and never lead me astray.

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xx The Dolldahlia (apparently.)