Ever had one of those days? The alarm goes off and in that second when you're groping for the snooze button, your brain goes from 'sleep' to 'bugger off'. You lie there, thoughts drifting in and out at random and realise that actually, you don't want to face the day. The prospect of getting up, finding something to wear, actually leaving the house... nothing appeals and the more you dwell on that, the more comfortable your bed starts to seem.
Of course, that's where will power becomes a factor. You heave yourself out of bed, half heartedly trawl through the wardrobe and eventually manage to get yourself out the door. You get to where you're going and who knows... maybe the day won't be so bad after all.
I'll let you know!
Love,
Me
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
And then there was Blog...
I have a confession to make.... I have been suffering from "Blog Envy". I made the mistake of reading some other blogs and started to wonder why I do this. After all, who is going to read what I have to say? Also, is there not just a touch of voyeurism to this...? Writing your thoughts down for all and sundry to read? Then I decided that I really didn't give a rats "....". I enjoy writing and I love the idea of being able to speak to people or just express myself. So - if some people are infinitely funnier or more interesting than me... so what?
So - here's hoping that between work, volunteering and trying to get a business off the ground, I can also make the time to speak my mind... in the one place where no one gets to interrupt me!!
No matter what - remember this...
"You cannot fail, so long as you try"
Love,
Me
So - here's hoping that between work, volunteering and trying to get a business off the ground, I can also make the time to speak my mind... in the one place where no one gets to interrupt me!!
No matter what - remember this...
"You cannot fail, so long as you try"
Love,
Me
Ouch!
You know, there really is nothing quite like the sensation of getting bad news. There's this horrible moment where your breath catches, your heart races and that demon at the back of your mind tries to convince you that you didn't just hear that.
It could be anything... "you're not pregnant", "you're fired", "it's not working between us", "it's cancer", "those pants make you look like the back end of a bus".... bad is generally defined by the person receiving the news!
The problem is that when your breathing unfreezes, when the demon finally realises that you DID hear it, when your emotions catch up... that is when you feel that gentle crack. If it's really bad news, then the sensation could be just like a physical wound. It can debilitate you, leave you curled up in the famous foetal position. There's a surreal sensation that your cells may well fly off in different directions and then, of course, you struggle against it all and try to regain control. After all, there is no logic when emotion reigns.
There really isn't anything like getting bad news. I wish it could be a physical wound... something that people could see, so that they could judge how badly hurt you are. Although, I guess that that wouldn't work.... after all - how do you move on with gaping wounds for people to stare at, ask about and comment on? You don't. I guess that's why the good Lord - in his wisdom - made hearts that can break on the inside and dignity you can wear on the outside.
Who knows?
All I know is that not all BAD news is totally bad. When you've calmed down and you're over the initial shock and hurt, there can still be positives out there. So to those of you who are dealing with pain, issues and all the other stuff that we don't always talk about.... Remember that you are very much loved and nothing is totally insurmountable!
Until next time...
Love,
Me
It could be anything... "you're not pregnant", "you're fired", "it's not working between us", "it's cancer", "those pants make you look like the back end of a bus".... bad is generally defined by the person receiving the news!
The problem is that when your breathing unfreezes, when the demon finally realises that you DID hear it, when your emotions catch up... that is when you feel that gentle crack. If it's really bad news, then the sensation could be just like a physical wound. It can debilitate you, leave you curled up in the famous foetal position. There's a surreal sensation that your cells may well fly off in different directions and then, of course, you struggle against it all and try to regain control. After all, there is no logic when emotion reigns.
There really isn't anything like getting bad news. I wish it could be a physical wound... something that people could see, so that they could judge how badly hurt you are. Although, I guess that that wouldn't work.... after all - how do you move on with gaping wounds for people to stare at, ask about and comment on? You don't. I guess that's why the good Lord - in his wisdom - made hearts that can break on the inside and dignity you can wear on the outside.
Who knows?
All I know is that not all BAD news is totally bad. When you've calmed down and you're over the initial shock and hurt, there can still be positives out there. So to those of you who are dealing with pain, issues and all the other stuff that we don't always talk about.... Remember that you are very much loved and nothing is totally insurmountable!
Until next time...
Love,
Me
Monday, April 09, 2007
As Easy as Apple Pie
I... am a Domestic Goddess!
Of course, what I'd rather be is any number of other things. I've dreamed of being a world famous author (who hasn't), financially independent (read obscenely rich) and influential, naturally (in only the best way)! However, while some of these things could still be achieved, there is one thing that has snuck up on me in quite the nastiest way.... my status as Domestic Goddess!
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing at fault in being a DG, but it isn't really something that you expect. After all, I'm a modern young woman with career hopes and dreams and domesticity didn't feature too high on my list. No one writes in their diary that they secretly hope to master the vacuum cleaner one day do they?!?!
I have discovered though that the talents that qualify one as a DG must transfer by osmosis from one DG to another. It stands to reason doesn't it? I mean, my Mom is not only an Administration Goddess, but a Domestic one as well. Clearly, she has mastered the balance of being both and then there's my Father, who is a Kitchen God on top of all the other things he's soooo terribly good at. I suppose then that it was inevitable that I would end up as a DG.
You may well be asking what has led to this startling discovery? Was it the satisfaction I get from a clean load of laundry? Was it the sense of achievement in a kitchen well cleaned? Was it the pleasure derived from cooking a sensational meal? NO. I missed all of those clues and in the end it was the simple act of baking the perfect Apple Pie that clued me in.
Do I mind my new status? Not at all, although I'm sure that early feminists are rolling in their graves. But I thinkg that empowering women means empowering them to be proud of everything that they're good at, no matter what.
So celebrate the Domestic Goddess in all of us!!
'Til next time.
Me
Of course, what I'd rather be is any number of other things. I've dreamed of being a world famous author (who hasn't), financially independent (read obscenely rich) and influential, naturally (in only the best way)! However, while some of these things could still be achieved, there is one thing that has snuck up on me in quite the nastiest way.... my status as Domestic Goddess!
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing at fault in being a DG, but it isn't really something that you expect. After all, I'm a modern young woman with career hopes and dreams and domesticity didn't feature too high on my list. No one writes in their diary that they secretly hope to master the vacuum cleaner one day do they?!?!
I have discovered though that the talents that qualify one as a DG must transfer by osmosis from one DG to another. It stands to reason doesn't it? I mean, my Mom is not only an Administration Goddess, but a Domestic one as well. Clearly, she has mastered the balance of being both and then there's my Father, who is a Kitchen God on top of all the other things he's soooo terribly good at. I suppose then that it was inevitable that I would end up as a DG.
You may well be asking what has led to this startling discovery? Was it the satisfaction I get from a clean load of laundry? Was it the sense of achievement in a kitchen well cleaned? Was it the pleasure derived from cooking a sensational meal? NO. I missed all of those clues and in the end it was the simple act of baking the perfect Apple Pie that clued me in.
Do I mind my new status? Not at all, although I'm sure that early feminists are rolling in their graves. But I thinkg that empowering women means empowering them to be proud of everything that they're good at, no matter what.
So celebrate the Domestic Goddess in all of us!!
'Til next time.
Me
Thursday, April 05, 2007
A little short of Spirit...
Have you ever felt a little short of the right "festive" spirit? I know that it's not limited to just me. More and more, the people that I talk to are saying that something is missing. As we head into the Easter weekend, all I can see is the work that lies ahead and that stuff that didn't get finished. Hard to pinpoint, but the feeling, the lightness, definitely isn't there. We've bought the chocolate eggs, slabs and bunnies, but it's as if a certain "spark" has gone out of the holiday itself.
The thing is ... the holiday hasn't changed. True, it's a little over commercialised, but at the end of the day, the spark was always in all of us and now it's gone. Perhaps we're just burnt out? I think that this may well be the case, but if so, how do we recapture the mood?
My best suggestions? Take the time to find out what makes you happy. What is it that refreshes your spirit, makes you smile, makes you happy? It could be a 7 week old puppy, setting up an egg hunt for a small child, or simply sleeping late and getting coffee in bed. Whatever it is, make the effort to find out and to indulge. It's far less fattening than the chocolate, but just as rewarding.
Who knows.... we may just be able to recapture the magic after all!
'Til next time.
Love,
Me
The thing is ... the holiday hasn't changed. True, it's a little over commercialised, but at the end of the day, the spark was always in all of us and now it's gone. Perhaps we're just burnt out? I think that this may well be the case, but if so, how do we recapture the mood?
My best suggestions? Take the time to find out what makes you happy. What is it that refreshes your spirit, makes you smile, makes you happy? It could be a 7 week old puppy, setting up an egg hunt for a small child, or simply sleeping late and getting coffee in bed. Whatever it is, make the effort to find out and to indulge. It's far less fattening than the chocolate, but just as rewarding.
Who knows.... we may just be able to recapture the magic after all!
'Til next time.
Love,
Me
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
A New Beginning...
Have you ever had the feeling that some things were just meant to happen? That's how I felt this morning. I've been thinking of starting a blog for the longest time and I had finally decided to get on and do it. Then a really great friend of mine called and we had a long chat about blogging and it just seemed like a sign that the time was perfect!
Of course, the trick now is that I need to take the time to write, but I often have something to say, so I don't think that it will turn out to be that hard!
Chat soon.
Me
Of course, the trick now is that I need to take the time to write, but I often have something to say, so I don't think that it will turn out to be that hard!
Chat soon.
Me
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