Introductions.

I sat down to write my blog post today and was quite suddenly overcome by a sharp sense of stage fright. Quite suddenly, I have people reading my blog who don’t really know me, and who don’t read my fiction. These are people who just stumbled onto my blog by accident, and decided to be kind enough to leave a comment (which is very much appreciate I must add!). It’s interesting because I was faced by this sudden realiziation that once again, my words are spreading further than I thought they would.

I don’t mind, it’s just a little daunting sometimes.

So, I thought and plotted and wondered what to write and I finally decided that a proper introduction is perhaps in order. The kind of: Hello, my name is…

On the internet, I go by the name of Alyssa, or AlyssC01. If you google AlyssC01, all the hits related to that search is mine. I decided to create this name and keep on using it purely for continuity’s sake, hoping that somehow all the pages that I create or frequent will eventually link up to become one big web of cyber identity. That, and I hate sharing. I wanted something that was mine and mine alone.
I’m twenty five years of age and strangely aware of the fact that my youth is slowly but surely leaking away from me. I enjoyed being in my early twenties and crossing half a century sucked. But, I’ll get over it – I’m not that narcissistic.

I’m an active person (thankfully, otherwise I won’t survive my jobs…) and I love being outdoors. My biggest passion besides writing in life is horses. I’m currently working three part times jobs, one being waitressing which is the most financially rewarding, the others being horse related. I give lessons in general schooling and on the odd occasion (when the fancy strikes, or the coin drops) I give private lessons in horse handling. I’m not a professional, I’ve just finally come across a mixture of things that work. They don’t work for everybody, but they work for me and mine. My last job is as a horse safari guide at a local game reserve. The hours are the worst, the pay the least but the spiritual rewards the greatest. I have been fortunate enough to race a horse down a dark road at moonlight with nothing but a halter to control him. I have galloped to the top of a hill at midnight and sat there on my horse, on a piece of wild, rugged land surrounded by the city and its lights. I have spend nine hours straight on a horse and woke up the next morning to go and do it again. The fulfillment that it gives me is indescribable.

I’ve recently returned to my home country in South Africa after spending almost two years working and travelling abroad. When I finished my studies in Animal Science and Animal Genetics, I was given the option of either a) doing my Masters or b) doing my Masters… I chose the option c) None of the Above. I can’t say what had made me do it. I just woke up one morning, realized that I had to go abroad and went to apply for my Visa. I got it and within two months I found myself in the United Kingdom with no clear purpose. I lived with a close family friend, during which I started working for her neighbor as a Lambing Sheppard. Quite suddenly, I found myself doing something my flashy degree had not prepared me for. To put it in the mildest terms, I became a sheep midwife to a flock of 3000 ewes along with a six other people. For those of you who love statistics, that’s 500 head of sheep per person… the odds were against us from the start. I loved the work, and eventually became a night lamber, choosing to work night shifts because of its solitude. I spend about 6 weeks doing nothing but sleeping during the day and tending to a flock in Milton Keynes at night. The only human contact that I had was my land lady who fed me twice a day and my co-worker who handed the flock over at the end of every shift. For the rest, I had only myself for company and it was the loneliest and most wonderful time of my life. There was a raw solitude in those hours that I know I will never have again. I found myself there in the dark, in the cold amidst the toils of life and death that birth brings. I fought for life with my own hands and it stripped me bare to myself.

I loved it.

I also spend quite a number of months in Scotland, first doing volunteer work in two Camphill communities in Aberdeen and then doing some cow milking near Helensborough. In Helensborough I once again found myself alone through most of the day. My hours were from 4:30am – 9:30am and then again from 4:30pm -9:30pm. For the rest, I had the run of the Scottish Highlands for myself. In answer to a question that was posed, yes – I have a very faint Scottish accent that’s come to dominate my own native one. When I curse though, I curse in Welsh…

From Scotland, I went to London, a shift that almost killed me but which had its purpose in the grand scheme of things. After that, I had to rush back home to South Africa because my mum became quite ill and I had to keep the household together until we knew what was going to happen. She survived and made a miraculous recovery which allowed me to return to the UK to finish my work. Needless to say, I didn’t go back to London but chose to retreat to Wales where I did more lambing. When my contract ended, I packed a backpack with a change of clothes, something warm and my computer and set off for Australia where I traveled for a month. From Australia, I went back to Scotland (with the same backpack of clothes…) – knowing that I had to say good bye to the place that had stolen my heart because I had to return to my own country. I backpacked there for some time, hiking and living in youth hostels.

And then, I returned home to find myself in the position that I described above. Yes, I work very hard, but I also have to confess, it’s because I choose to do so. I push myself to the limits and the extremes of time and physical exhertion. Why? Because I can and it’s sometimes the only way I can enjoy feeling alive. The adrenaline rush, the pressure – it keeps me going.
So, don’t despair by my hours if you’re just starting on this road to independent living.

We live the lives that we choose, not those that are given to us and so far, I am not disappointed by my choices at all.

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3 thoughts on “Introductions.

  1. GreyIxia November 17, 2009 / 5:18 pm

    Oh, cool. That’s great that you’re enjoying life!
    I would really like to travel like you did after I finish college. I would really love to go to Scotland–I hear it is beautiful. But, sadly, airfare is increasing and by the time it is 2017 (…wow…), airfare will probably be so expensive!! Getting from the U.S. to the U.K. is what would be the most expensive definitely.
    I am hoping to publish novels during my high school and college years to help pay for college tuition and airfare. My mom said she will pay (and I would have to take out some loans too for other college stuff, but I really hate the idea of owing someone money), and I want to do all I can to help my mom save money (she has 3 kids :O [me included of course])

    Do you believe in that 2012 thing? I do not, and not believing in it helps me to keep moving forward (would you not give up after you realized that the world is going to end before you even finished high school??).

    Sorry about the long comment again… Oh, and thanks for taking the time to inform us of all of that–it was cool to read and now I am incredibly jealous :).

  2. Fyrefly November 18, 2009 / 6:05 am

    Hi, I’ve never actually read your blog before today and I sort of found it by accident but thought I’d leave a comment anyway, if thats ok…
    I loved the introduction, sounds like you’ve had a pretty interesting life (I mean that in the good way) my life is pretty boring in comparrison but im not complaning. And hey, you’ve been to Australia, thats where I live!(and no, I dont know why thats relevent, but there you go)
    You’ve done all that and you’re only twenty five, I think that’s impressive. Most of the twenty five year olds I know dont do much else than stay out way past their bedtimes and get way too drunk. So, anyway, hope you dont mind me leaving a comment even though I haven’t read your blog before. Peace.

    • Alyssa November 18, 2009 / 7:18 am

      Hey there you!
      I don’t mind! I’m always pleased to hear from people. 🙂 It’s a great pleasure. I hope to hear from you again, so please don’t stop commenting. 😉
      lol, I suspect one of the reasons I have time to do all the things that I do is because I don’t really drink and never get drunk… You have so much more time on your hands if you do that. I am very blessed though.
      But, never think that your life is boring! I can assure you that you have most probably done a lot of things that I’ve never done. 🙂 You can’t compare two lives.
      Have a great day!
      Alyss

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