Mindfulness

Ah, to be you! To see the world with your eyes, to make anew and exciting the mundane, to see possibility in every new space, every new object, every new situation.

I feel overwhelmed most of the time. Does it happen to you too? That while you’re doing one thing you’re simultaneously listing all the other things you still have to…

I was never going to post a photo of my pregnancy. I was never going to write a single word about it, at least not until I had a healthy…

Just over a year ago, at a friend’s wedding, I had a little, odd, reunion of sorts. I met with 5 other women with whom, with the exception of the…

Hey Ander, We’ve never met, though I would have very much liked to. I talked to you a couple of times, I don’t know if you heard me. I’m sorry…

Once upon a time, we had the perfect honeymoon booked for March. When the time came and we set sail, the winds were favourable. Myanmar, the undiscovered land, was a…

The heat is unbearable. The car’s AC isn’t working again and while the wind whipping through the window offers some relief, none is found when the car is not moving.

I sat down to write because, well because I felt I owed it to myself. I think you owe it to yourself to.

We are often led to believe that if we don’t manage to achieve the goals we’ve set, we’ve failed. Have we really though? What about all the other things we’ve experienced along the way? Are we grateful for those?

I have always wished to write something. There’s just one problem – I find it hard to finish what I start. I once wrote more than 20 chapters twice over, before stopping on both occasions. My third attempt started on the right foot, but I gave up on that too. It’s not super hard to ascribe a reason to it.

I was walking back to my car, brushing against people in the narrow passage. No one hardly glanced my way but that was fine.

I like to believe I have had an okay childhood. That I’m living an okay life, with an okay job, relationship and dreams. When problems crop up, I usually make a fuss for no reason at all. I let them worry me a little too much but then they’re over with no lasting damage.

Today I saw an old lady, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and large sunglasses, riding a scooter. You know the kind, two small wheels, a bar in between and handles to steer. We used to ride them when we were younger.

All those who know me can tell you how my life pretty much revolves around time. I am never late – for anything. For me, punctuality is not only a sign of respect; it’s just a way of life. There’s a strict time for everything. I guess I can safely say I freak out just a little when something unplanned and outside of its natural time, suddenly occurs. I’m pretty much its slave really.  Which is why it got to the point where I needed to sit down, think & write about it (It’s how I cope with every crisis).