Each morning I endure, on average, an hour and half to two hours of traffic en route to work. That’s one way. As you can imagine, it offers me excessive amounts of time to think, listen to sermons, or drown my sorrows. (in music, for heaven’s sake. Music!)
One recent morning, I found myself pondering a question that we’re all asked at some time or another, usually by some motivational speaker or a high school life skills teacher: Where do you see yourself in x-amount of years? Well, I thought, let’s have some fun with this…. I still have a good ten kilometres of hell ahead of me, I may as well dream… Read more
I packed a chocolate into my work lunch bag one recent morning. Feeling particularly naughty, I had already decided that I was going to have it for breakfast. (collective gasp of horror!)
I arrived at work, booted up my computer and went in search of a cup of coffee. I pottered back to my desk, and started wading through my emails. As I absent-mindedly opened the chocolate wrapper, an email caught my eye and, clicking on it, I found myself annoyed and indignant at its contents. Someone who just naturally rubs me up the wrong way was just doing what he does naturally – rubbing me up the wrong way !
I flew into an inner fury (inner fury, because I’m an introvert). I hit the reply button, Read more
Two years ago today, I was heavily pregnant with our first child and terrified of the adventure awaiting us around the corner. Saying that, after 6 weeks of bed-rest, I was only too pleased to welcome our squalling bundle into the world.
It was as I was going through my toddler’s bedtime ritual tonight that it occurred to me how much has changed since that day. Read more
We spent a week away during December, on a small game farm with my husband’s family. It was wonderful, hot, and beautiful, out there in the bush.
On around Day 5 of the holiday, our toddler started acting up. I don’t know what it was, perhaps she was just homesick, but she became a monster-child, screaming at everyone, emotional about everything, and just plain bratty.
I was suddenly faced with the dilemma on how to deal with her. Read more
If you read my last post about procrastination, you’ll note that I attributed the disease of procrastination to having a heart and mind filled with fear.
While I offered some basic, practical suggestions on dealing with the habit of procrastination, I still wasn’t satisfied that I’d taken enough consideration of the matter of fear. Being afraid of not being good enough, what people think, or outright failure is debilitating, and keeps us from taking the first step into what is essentially our calling. It’s more than just procrastination; its paralysis. Read more
Over the past year, I have acquired 35 Ebooks. (I counted) A few of those I paid for, but most are the free, downloadable kind.
I have read one of them to completion. (I counted) Read more
Spring always makes me feel as though I am in love again.
With all the beautiful things in the world.
The way the sunshine strokes my skin.
Sleeveless shirts and open sandals and painted toenails. Read more
Life is nothing like a box of chocolates.
Its more like a flock of dirty, crazy pigeons: Sometimes they merge and ascend in harmony on the wind, unified in their flight. And then suddenly they all turn against each other in demented chaos, and come spiraling down in a tumble of feathers and flailing wings… Read more
While I usually find any reason to stay in and immerse myself in solitude over weekends, this time I decided to hide in the crowd of a busy coffee shop at the mall.
The Mugg & Bean was bustling with Saturday morning breakfast patrons, and so I settled for a tiny table in the corner, and buried myself in cake and a book. Read more
So there’s this fairly new thing going around social media at the moment: ‘If traveling was free, you’d never see me again.’
I know, it’s just a catchy phrase to romanticize a life of travel, but I find it oddly depressing. If someone were to say that to me… well, I’d be a bit sad. Read more