Getting the hang of things

I have wanted a blog for so long. I used to watch my mum read blogs of other peoples lives. To them they were normal, to her they were fascinating, because they were different. It interests me think about this. The fact that everybody has days when things seem mundane but truly when you look at them they are full of such rich magic. People fascinate me. In my new job i get to see a constant flow of people through the shopping center doors. All different shapes and sizes,all with different ambitions,jobs,lives. All walking in/out of those doors with different missions. Countless thoughts rushing by the glass windows i stand behind.

 Today a man saw those glass windows and made sure to rub both his hands from one side to the other,all the way along and he seemed purely delighted by it,like a small child with finger paint on a living-room wall.I have no idea who he was, but I liked him. 

Blogging is hopefully to let out such ramblings. Such as the fact today while worrying about what path to take with the photography, about non existent friendships at college and my lack of money management i was looking at my orchid in the window and noticed a similarity between her and me. I'm just coming into bloom. (yeah, i know..its cheesy):p Or so i believe. I think I'll go a little easier on myself just now.