I won a bike today. Seriously. A bloody gorgeous baby blue bike. And it made me so freaking happy, I squealed in the open plan office.
I never win anything. Actually I don’t know anyone who wins anything. But boy, it feels good when you do win something and as the saying goes, ‘You’ve got to be in it, to win it’, and goddammit I was!
As I was putting The Kid to bed tonight, I was kicking back laying next to him thinking about my new bike and all the rides we were going to go on together.
Then I started thinking about entering all the competitions that I possibly could so I could win more stuff. Then I started getting greedy, thinking about all the excess stuff I could win to put in a ‘winning room’ and how I would be an expert in winning stuff and make regular comment on A Current Affair as ‘Champion Prizewinner’.
But perhaps I could put this new Be In It To Win It practice into my own little life. I’ve had a few freak out moments this week. Moments of freakiness when people get too close, moments of fear when I have to rely on or trust someone, moments of terror when I realise it’s 8pm at night and I don’t know what to do once my kid goes to sleep and the washing’s folded and my house is clean and my toenails are trimmed. Weird huh!
So rather than become a Champion Prizewinner (which I will do anyway but under a rad alias like Crystal Beff or similar) I’m on a mission to Be In It and try and find out who the fuck I am. I ate feta the other night out of a jar and I loved it. I haven’t done that in years. Recently I ordered a jug of beer at a bar – again, it’s been ages. I listened to the full Jewel of the Nile soundtrack on vinyl yesterday and it was magical. I ate peanut butter and honey sandwiches at the BMX track and it was like eating candy for the first time. I bought a skateboard. I watched Indecent Proposal and crushed all over again on Woody. I drank cordial and it made me 12 years younger. I wrote a letter to Ken Done thanking him for being a legend. I played elastics between two chairs. I made a height chart at work for my colleagues to enjoy. So many things. This is all the shit I love doing but stuff I haven’t done in such a long time.
Why did I stop doing stuff I love? I suppose I became someone else and I became busy being that person. But now in this limbo of life, I just want to go back to that person I was ages ago.
So what are my favourite things that I used to do?
Eat Korean BBQ and cheap food with MSG.
Travel to places with beaches.
Cook pals meals with big intentions but limited cooking capacity.
Play with my buddies in bars, on lawn bowls, at gigs, in the city.
Sit in backyards for long amounts of time.
Pick fruit and eat it.
See mates I haven’t seen in ages and talk about animal reproduction.
And ride bikes.
Are you a friend of mine who I haven’t seen in ages? We need to catch up and I want to hear all about your life: your babies, your partner, your friends, your job, your bike rides. All the things. I want to reminisce about our times together, back when we were young. Email me.
Life. It’s so fucking good. But you’ve got to be in it… to win it, right?