Dry Dock

I used this image recently in a Pecha Kucha presentation I was doing (pretentious, moi?) It’s the offices of a computer gaming company, and they describe it as a “steam-punk submarine”. How very timely – I am needing to revamp my submarine as it seems to be headed off on a new and rather exciting journey. This place looks like fun happens in here, doesn’t it?

Are you wondering why I’ll still need a submarine? I thought that would be obvious. I’ll need it to enable me to negotiate the reefs, the shoals, the shark-infested waters. There is some tough territory to get through on this new trip, and there are a number of things I will need.

I will need ports, havens, places of sanctuary. I will need friends to keep me company, give me encouragement and lift my spirits along the way. I will need the correct fuel (can a submarine run on vodka-shots and cheesy pasta? Probably not, I’m thinking). I will need portholes for perspective. I will need a hard outer shell for protection. I will need Polaris missiles, as a deterrent but also as the ultimate sanction if that is required. I will need my own space, my own time, the chance to learn how to please myself again, rather than constantly trying to please someone else.

I need to be brave and I need to be bold. I would also like to become brazen, beautiful and breathtaking. As opposed to becoming bulimic, bitchy, bitter, bedridden, babbling and burnt-out, for example.

I need to keep my spirits up. My plan is to make my newly funked-up sub a party place, selected invitees only. It’s going to be a blast, I’m sure of it.