It shouldn’t be this hard to remove the doonas. It shouldn’t be this hard to walk to the kitchen. It shouldn’t be this hard to put the pyjamas in the washing basket. It shouldn’t be this hard to walk the 280 metres to the train station.
It doesn’t take that much neglect for things to quickly deteriorate, does it? I’ve learnt that the hard way. Multiple times. (Which would suggest that I didn’t learn it in the first place…)
Something that I do know is that I don’t want this little rascal of a passion project to end up on that list too. So, with that in mind, please excuse me for a minute or four; I have a little note to write on the back of a piece of scrap paper.
To my darling blog,
The past month of my life has been… unique. (Yes, that was deliberately diplomatic.) Although it has been quite emotionally draining, its being so has been a good thing, for it is hard to progress without change, n’est-ce pas?(more…)
If our relationship was depicted in latte art, this would be us. (Image: Bad Latte Art)
Here we are once again. You and I.
Seeing you, it’s like going to the dentist – an occasional appointment which you begrudgingly force yourself to attend.
It’s an obligatory ritual in which we go through the same steps as last time: assess the situation, clean with that pointy thing which I don’t really like, clean with the toothpastey thing which is comparatively better, then rinse! My dentist is a lovely, lovely woman – she is caring, intelligent and pragmatic. We make small talk about our lives and her adult children, whom I know.
Except you are not my dentist and my teeth are no cleaner after having seen you. (more…)
“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.” – Maya Angelou
Serving suggestion: Best read with “Breathe Me” by Sia playing in the background.
Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
They have been fundamental values to me for many years, ever since I had the consciousness to make that choice for myself. And for a long time I prided myself on my honesty.
It was my dad (Hi, Dad!), in particular, who ingrained and influenced my value of truth and honesty in me as a child. Later, in my teens, my parents emphasised the importance of integrity to me. So, I have them to thank.
But why have I thrown my values out the window?(more…)