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What a bird thought me about opportunities

“Knock, Knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Bishop.”
“Bishop who?”
“What do you mean, Bishop who? You seem to have a birdy loose up in here. To be more precise a Southern Red Bishop”

Lately, I’ve been getting a visitor. He’s been knocking on my window. How odd, I thought. A stunning bird that I’d not seen in these parts has been knocking on my window. The fellow seems to have built a few nests in my husband’s fruit tree. So I took out my husbands Roberts Bird Guide (that’s a book to identify birds of the area) and found that we have a Southern Red Bishop who has decided to make his home here.

It is somewhat odd because this specific bird’s natural habitat is marshy grassland and wetland. Since I live in an urban area, not close to any dams or marshy grasslands it’s quite odd that this fellow seems to have found a home here.

Then again, we are experiencing a terrible drought in the area. Watering plants have been made a felony, so to speak. Thus, we have been giving our trees water from the washing machine and shower (which is not a wrongdoing). We also have four pet birds, whose chirping attracts quite a lot of wild birds here, including my new ‘knock, knock’ friend. The leftover bird seed also serves to feed the wild ones.

It gives an entirely new meaning to the phrase, ‘when opportunity comes knocking’, doesn’t it? The little Bishop has had to adapt to new circumstances due to the drought.

It gives me pause to think. Can I identify new opportunities in my life?

His appearance certainly seems the right opportunity to write a blog post. I’ve also taken the opportunity and snapped a few pictures. You’ll need to excuse my poor photographing skills, the little fellow takes flight when I get too close. Armed with only my cell phone camera it has been hard to get a better shot. But, at least I got a relatively nice picture. Considering that the first rule of good photography is that you need to photograph with the light not against it, I’ve not been able to take any good pictures from within the house.

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There you go. Sometimes the universe gives us the most subtitles of hints. The small reminders! The little things, we so often overlook. The wind whispers. Do you hear it speaking? This time it has asked me to not overlook the opportunities that come knocking, even if it are only the small ones – such as natures prompt to write a blog post.

What opportunities have been knocking on your window lately? Have you opened that window to let the opportunity in?

p.s. This post has been the fifth day of ‘it does not need to be perfect’, a series I’m currently running on this here blog.

 

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Why blog? The answer may surprise you

They say that life is a lesson, you’ll learn when you are through. Similarly, they say, life is a journey. Blogging can take you on a journey too. I’ve often been asked why I spend time doing something that earns me no money. Sometimes I ask myself that question. After all, by now, it seems like wishful thinking that I will ever earn an income from blogging.

How I started blogging:

It was the year 2013. The economy had started seriously slumping as too my emotions. Mother to a toddler, finances weren’t looking so fabulous. When do finances ever look fabulous?

When you raise a child, you really start noticing the cost of things. More than anything, I wished I could somehow supplement my income. At the time, getting another job was out of the question. Parenting will do that to you. Where will a new employer understand that your toddler is sick and you need to take her to the doctor, again? For a woman, I receive some good benefits and should not complain. I earn better than many other women I know. Then again, some more women I know also earn much more than me, but those are the ones who actually had the opportunity to go and study at a University outside the country.

Making money online, is all too easy – or is it?

Life is hard when you feel anxiety at the mere thought of going out and doing new things. Earning an extra income on the internet seemed like such an easy thing. After all, all those online adverts were telling me it is so, so easy making bucket loads of cash if I just sign up here or there.

Online surveys – yay or nay?

Even then, I was not that naive. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it. Most likely online swindles! I was looking for something legitimate. At some point, I signed up with several websites for doing online surveys.
While this may be an ideal supplementary income if you live in the U.S. of A. or Europe, none of the offers was for my region. I was never what they were looking for. I soon found out that each and every survey I clicked on was not one I could get paid for doing. How frustrating!

Eventually, I signed up with another website. This website was a bit different from the others. Among other things, they advertised that if you put their button on your blog, they would pay you for that. The idea was born. Blog!

What is a Blog, anyway?

First I needed to figure out what a blog actually was. Yes, I was that green. I googled “what is a blog”. At that point my idea of a blog was some famous person such as an author or actor, telling their fans all about their life. After all, I was already following the ramblings of one or two of my favorite authors.

Who would ever be interested in reading my ramblings? Ordinary, not famous girl, living in Africa! What in the heck, would I even blog about? My life is not all that. So I researched ‘blogging’.

I read that a blog was similar to a website and that many websites I visited were actually blogs. The blogging professionals told me to find a niche. A topic I knew a lot about. At the time there were two main free blogging platforms. One was Blogger and the other was WordPress.

So, in February of 2014, I started a blog on Blogger. It was about Office Administration. At that point, I’d been working in the field of Office Administration for ten years. I thought I would have several things to say on the subject. Indeed, coming up with content was easy. However, I was not the only one blogging on that subject. Many established blogs already existed in the field of Office Admin. I soon started thinking; how can I be more interesting than all the rest?

A month later I also started a blog on WordPress. I mainly wanted to see the difference between these two platforms and promote my Blogger blog on WordPress and build better Social Media connections.

As they say, the rest is history. Both of the blogs I started have since been shut down.

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Blogging is a good teacher

While I’m yet to earn anything from blogging, I’ve found it to be a useful tool for personal growth. Apart from the obvious expansion of knowledge that looking up information brings, reading and writing blogs opens your eye’s to many a thing you’d before not taken notice of.  Experiences by other people can teach you many things while documenting your own is very illuminating. In a world where personal growth is a multi-million-dollar industry, this one free tool really does wonders. Of cause it all depends on how you use the platform, and like anything in life what you make of it is up to you.

You learn the strangest things about yourself and the world you live in. In my opinion, this is priceless.

I’ve learned that I don’t really like Google’s ‘AdSense’ nor the WordPress counterpart, ‘WordAds’. While there are other alternatives, none of the ones I’ve discovered work for my country (typical).

The problem I have with these programs is that you have little control over what kind of ads are placed on your blog. I’ve come across ads for fake news websites, fake celebrity gossip, diet scams and other websites with dubious intentions. Rest assured that if you see an add on this blog, it is because I’ve not upgraded it to a premier account. In case you have not read my disclaimer, in no way do I endorse any of these ads.

In trying to figure out how others monetize their blog,  these days I approach new websites differently. I evaluate a site by what it seems to be trying to sell me. I also find that I’m doing the same with new people I meet online and offline. Trying to figure out if someone has a hidden agenda was never something I used to consider. In this way, blogging has made me a little less naive, which in my opinion is a good thing. Don’t get me wrong, people still tell me that I’m very gullible – since I try to see the best in everyone, but still … a little less green.

I’ve learned that there are some posts, that, even if you paid me, I’d never publish them. For example, I can’t endorse a money lending business on my own blog. I hate debt. While I do find that it is necessary sometimes, we often loan money for unnecessary things.

I’ve found websites and social media platforms, which I’d never have used and visited on my regular surfing trails. I’ve learned that especially on social  media platforms we ought to not forget our manners (even though many do). You can’t really erase anything you have published online.

I’ve learned that while I may be good at Office Administration, writing about it on a regular basis is not mentally stimulating enough. On the other hand, I’ve found that writing as a creative outlet is something I enjoy doing. It was a discovery that really surprised me, about myself.

Among the millions of bloggers out there, I still wonder how I can be fascinating enough for anyone to follow.
It is still beyond me that anyone would be interested in reading anything this girl, who lives an ordinary life in Africa, would have to say. Regardless, I love the voice blogging has given me.

What about you, what has blogging thought you?

P.S. This is the third day of ‘it does not need to be perfect,‘ a series I’m currently running on this blog.

 

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Thankfully coffee: The baby, the diaper and the healthy fizzy drink

If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a homemade rusk. Sorry, no Christmas cookies. I’ve not come around to baking any and most likely I won’t. It’s been a month, how doeth time fly?
How does time fly indeed? The year is almost on its back and we have one extra little human in our house.
“I can’t believe it! It seems like only yesterday you told us you were expecting”, one of my relatives said as she called to congratulate me.
“It’s been 9 months”, I said.

As you dunk your rusk, into your coffee (or possibly rooibos tea), I’d probably be showing off the little man. My heart is overflowing with gratitude. Mini-Me is just as pleased to be a big sister. Although, I think, she was expecting someone a little more playful and a little less sleepy.
“Give it some time,” I tell her.
I’d sincerely hope you don’t want to know the in-depth detail of the birth? If you asked I’d probably reply, “do you really want to listen to this particular horror story?” Natural births generally aren’t all that pretty.
I’ve written it out none the less and am wondering: if I should post it, if I should give it away as a guest post or if I should just let it be. It seems a waste to the all but five readers of this here little space on the interweb. Perhaps, this is one of the reasons you have not seen me write much of late here.
Granted I’ve been too busy breastfeeding, cleaning up the poopy baby bottom and catching up on sleep to give my lack of enthusiasm much thought. All three things for which I’m thankful. Yes, even cleaning of baby poop gets a thankful vote, since I have the diapers to throw away after they have been contaminated. Yes, I know I’m polluting the earth with all those nappies, but washing diapers . . . Maybe that is something I can try when the little man does not soil more than 10 diapers a day.

If we were having coffee, we might discuss my maternity benefits. We could possibly discuss what our Social Welfare pays out to new mothers (who are on maternity leave). My claim seems to have been handled without a hitch. Something to be sincerely thankful for. Considering that this is Africa, the benefit is really good too.

As I offer you another rusk, I’d thank you for the gift you brought for the baby. Everybody who’s been over for coffee has been very generous. I recently found out that in some of our local cultures it is a taboo to meet a new baby without offering a present first.

As per the usual discussion topics, we’d wonder over to the weather which has been hot and relentlessly dry. It’s this kind of heat which makes you thirst for something cold. I’d offer you a refreshing sip of my husband’s homemade kefir juice.
Kefir is something more I can be thankful for. We drink a glass each day of the milk variety. For those not in the know, kefir is natural milk culture. It forms grains which are used to make drinking type yogurt. It’s high in probiotics which have all kinds of health benefits. These grains can also be converted into what is called a water kefir. From this one can make the kefir juice, which is slightly fizzy.
I’m  sure as we continued chatting, we’d find many things to laugh about. Laughter is always something to be thankful for. I’ve recently started re-reading a book and have had many laugh-out-loud moments. Sometimes I’ve got to be careful not to startle my son awake.
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If we were having coffee I’d thank you for stopping by. It has been good catching up. I’d tell you to catch up with other bloggers over coffee on the #WeekendCoffeeShare. You can also catch up on what bloggers are thankful for on the #10Thankful.

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#Weeklysmile where there is never a lack of things to write about…

There is never a lack of things to write about. Seriously.

I’ve been too exhausted (for lack of a stronger word), to even read five sentences never mind string two words together. Pair that with my need to suddenly whip out my sewing machine and try some DIY projects (which were epic fails) – there was simply nothing left in me to even look at the computer screen.

Oh, we are not going to mention the blood pressure, the chronic sinus infection or the fact that I’m in my third trimester. I don’t complain too much about the havoc pregnancy is been having on my body. It simply seems wrong to moan about that, when I’m really happy about having a baby soon. Pair that with the fact that quite a few people in my inner circle have been struggling with conceiving one of their own, or their life circumstances just never added up – I think complaining would be a slap in the face.

Obviously, they’d notice the difficult way I get up and the slow manner in which I’ve been walking. It is all good, though. So long as I have a healthy baby I’ll bear it with a big grin on my face. It’s something to smile about.

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Talking about my friends and family – they recently threw me a surprise baby shower. Whoop! Big smiles all around, because my hospital bag was still lacking in some small items. When my doctor sent me to the hospital for some tests yesterday, I was very relieved to have finished packing the hospital bag. I almost thought I would have to have the baby one whole month early. Sheesh!

Turns out to be nothing that drastic so I was sent home. I should try to rest up before the due date.
I felt somewhat bad and stressed out about that, because I was only scheduled to go on Maternity leave in a weeks’ time. In an abrupt manner, I dumped all my workload on my colleague, for whom I feel super sorry. Such is life and sometimes we need to just roll with the punches.

Alas, Darlings – I felt to drop by here for a quick hello. The Weekly Smile link up hosted by Trent seemed like the perfect opportunity to drop by.
Moreover, since there is never a lack of things to write about, I may drop by a little more (but no promises, though). I have got ,like, so, many things floating about in my head; the abstract roller-coaster in my head is making me dizzy.
And in case you missed it, y’all should listen to Annette’s interview on “Tell me a Story” with Jo Robinson. As a writer, she understands the fact that there is never a lack of things to write about. Jo is an excellent writer, so the interview gave me something to smile about.

 

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Arrive Alive: 13 Tips to keep you safe on the road

Every weekday, I drive a stretch of road that adds up to about 30 kilometers (roughly 19 miles). If you total in the factor that in 2014 (the last time they did one of those survey study things) the country I live in, was the worst rated for road accident fatalities in the world – those 30 kilometers stretch of the road become somewhat of a scary prospect. So when I get into my car, I make sure I do my best to keep my family safe during our travels. No matter if, we take a five-minute or a five-hour drive. Here are some of my road safety tips:

1. Buckle up

Sometimes you think you are only going to be driving around the corner. Just going to buy a loaf of bread? According to a survey done in the U.K one in three accidents happen, when we are close to home. Most likely it is at these times that we are driving on “autopilot” or that we are not hyper-vigilant.
There is a rule in my car. I make sure my daughter is well aware of this rule. All people in the car need to be seated and buckled up at all times. I cannot even count how many times I see children in other cars standing. Not only is this hazardous if you suddenly need to hit the brakes but such children tend to be a distraction for the driver. The safest place for a kid under the age of 12 is buckled up on the backseat, even if you are just buying a loaf of bread.

2. Cell phones and driving

A driver, texting while driving is said to cause more accidents than a drunk one. Seriously, peeps, you can send that “What’s App”, when you have safely stopped somewhere. Hands-free kits enable us to answer the phone if we really can’t live without taking that call.

3. Speed kills

We were once driving home when a car raced passed us on a stretch of city road with a speed limit of 60 km/h (roughly 40 mph). He must have been driving 200 km/h (roughly 125 mph). We were shocked at the speed this dude was doing. Our home was only a few kilometers down the road. At our gate, we noticed that the car which had just zipped passed us was sitting in a head-on collision with a tree next to the road. The car was written off. The driver was severely injured. To this very day, I still do not understand why he was driving so fast. It is better to arrive at your destination five minutes later than never arrive at all. There are reasons for speed limits.
That being said, I’ve also driven a stretch of road slower than I was allowed. I don’t drive the long road much. I don’t feel safe doing 120 km/h so I’ll do 100 or 110 instead. It is important to feel safe with the speed you are driving.

4. Overtaking safely

Frontal collisions are the highest cause of road fatalities here. Many of these accidents occur when drivers overtake other cars in the most terrible manner. Overtaking while driving uphill, into the rising or setting sun, is a bad idea. Not only does the driver put himself in danger but the people in the other vehicle, who probably cannot see him coming … It’s a worst case scenario.
It is best to overtake when you can clearly see what is happening in front of you.

5. Sunglasses

Talking about, what you see – I find wearing sunglasses during daytime driving, useful. Obviously, we have lots of sunshine in these parts. What you may not know is that your sunglasses or regular specs can also act as safety goggles if they have been fitted with the right type of lens. Here good quality plastic lenses out-way the risk associated with glass lenses. If you wear spectacles, talk to your optometrist about this.

6. Tissues

Eyestrain can really be a pothole in your driving skills. If you have spent an entire day sitting behind a computer screen, driving can become a tearful event. For this reason, I always keep tissues handy. It has helped me get to a safe area to pull up next to the road until I was able to see better.

7. Blind spot check

Are you changing lanes? Do a quick blind spot check! Don’t know exactly what that is? Here is a video.

8. Hazards

Sometimes you have to abruptly slow down or come to a standstill while driving. At these times, putting on your hazard light can alert the driver behind you that there is an obstruction in the road. It’s like saying, “whoha wake up dude!”

9. Mindful driving

Try not to drive on autopilot. Be present while you are driving. Keep your eyes and mind on the road. Put simply: Drive mindfully.

10. “Leave space in your schedule for life’s little-unplanned events” – Joyce Meyer

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Life’s little-unplanned events include traffic jams and accidents on the road. Giving yourself those extra ten minutes to arrive at your destination will make you a less stressed driver. You will be more courteous to other road users. You will be less likely to speed.

11. Slow down when …

I hate it when children play next to the road. This is just an unpleasant fact. The same applies to dogs, cats or other pets. It is better to slow down when you see these things. It is also courteous when passing a cyclist to slow down.

12. Other drivers and traffic rules

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While all of the above are very important to remember, the best piece of driving advice I’ve ever heard was this: “Don’t expect other road users to follow traffic rules”.
Drivers may; run a red light. Forget to put on their indicators. Put on their indicators but not turn. Drive on autopilot. Speed. Swerve unexpectedly into your lane. … the list goes on and on.
Being vigilant about such things has saved me on many a close shave.

13. Pray

If you are the kind of person that prays, then doing so before driving is a good practice. If you are the kind of person who talks to your God, Jesus, angels, your divinity – all the time, then doing so while driving is a good practice. Having spiritual protectors along your journey has never hurt anyone.

What other tips would you give on road safety?

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Dreamer a little Dream

Last night I had the strangest dream. While I did not sail away to China, in a little ol’ boat to find ya – just to hear all about your laundry ¹, it defiantly caught the limelight of my memory. Again.

A clever Dilettante once said that one is not to hit publish on every thought that ever entered one’s mind. So, I’ll spare you the fall down into the rabbit hole of my subconscious mind. I do not want to discredit any of Freud’s theories; however, Slumberland is a place much richer with a wider array of artists than merely our subconscious mind.

I’m not making any sense. Again.

When comfort is offered for pain in my heart*, it is welcome from whichever obscure source it may be.

Let me drop trying to sound fanciful.

Inspiration is all around us.

Sometimes the wind whispers beautiful life truths. Maybe it’s a little melody, which you keep on hearing.
Sometimes Angels, God, the Universe, Spirits, Demons speak to us in our sleep. Sometimes we need to listen. Sometimes we need to be vigilant about their ulterior motives.

Sometimes, we forget how connected and disconnected we all are. So just for today, I will be grateful². I recognize that the tears on my pillow* are a sign that I have not entered a state of apathy. There is strength in vulnerability, this world does not understand.
Sometimes the truth is harder than the pain inside³ and it is at these times that we should not forget to dream big.

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(Just to prove that inspiration is indeed all around us, I found the little sign board above – handing on someone’s wall. I decided to snap a picture)

Notes:

¹ Regurgitated lyrics from Mathew Wilder’s hit, break my stride

² That’s one of the five Reiki principals

³ Erasure made that phrase famous in their song, Sometimes.

* Feel like singing Kylie’s song “tears on my pillow”?

 

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Thankfully coffee: Here’s a hug in a mug #WeekendCoffeeShare #10Thankful

WeekendCoffeeShare-2016-picIf we were having coffee, I’d offer you my homemade oats cookies. While they are not fabulous enough to photograph, they are still yummy. They are a bit too much on the brown side. But hey, I float bare. If I manage to tweak the recipe so that they come out better – I’ll blog it.
Hi-five on my first thankful for cookies which have honey and oats in them –thus making them healthier than your regular brand of cookie.

If we were having coffee, we’d be having a brand called “hug in a mug”. Now I don’t know about you but hugs that come in mugs are my kind of thing. Good old regular hugs too. Got to love those. Especially the Mini-Me sized ones.

I’d tell you that so far so good, everything is looking fine with the pregnancy. I’m just overly tired. Inevitable as it seems – I’ve got the occasional prenatal depression to deal with. Inevitable? Yes. If you regularly suffer from depression the chances that you will get a nice dose of the prenatal version is more likely. Also, if you’ve had a miscarriage your chances of flaring hormones messing up your happiness seem to be expected. Topped with terrible sleeping patterns and you do have the concoction that brings forth this state. But knowing what you are dealing with puts the power back in your own hands.

I’m honestly thankful that I’ve learned to recognize depression when it hits. I’m even more thankful that everything is still on track with the pregnancy. The little guy or gal has been saying the occasional hello by what is generally referred to “feeling the baby move”

I’ve been struggling with my writing. This is why you have been seeing so little of me over here. Sleep comes first. Furthermore, I try to put quality over quantity. It seriously is more important to me to  write posts that are actually readable. I sometimes have problems following a blog post, which is not that well-constructed. I admit, it takes a skilled writer to hold my attention. I’m a picky reader.
I don’t want readers, hitting my blog with the same problem. As far as this blog post goes, it is probably more on the mundane side. I hope my spunky word usage has been keeping you with me thus far.

I wrote a post titled “Time to say goodbye” this week. It took me quite a lot of editing and re-writing to get it up to that level. Most of the time I don’t just suck this stuff out of my thumb. I was thus flattered and thankful when Shawna who blogs over at “The Honeyed Quill” put a quote of mine on an on-line poster for #LinkYourLife.

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For those who do not know, LinkYourLife is a blogging community, which has formed over on Facebook and Twitter. Shawna and her cousin Shareen have been building this little community. I find them to be supportive of all types of bloggers. Each Friday you can tweet your posts with the hashtag #LinkYourLife. The point is not only to get more blog traffic but also to get to know each other a little bit better. Can I get two high fives for the tankful’s I’ve just mentioned?

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For those counting that leaves me with four more things to be thankful for to complete my 10 Things of Thankful list, which I’m linking up with on this post.

 

I often find that we overlook the everyday comforts. In this part of the globe, it is winter. I am thus thankful for my snuggly warm bed. Warm blankets. Wooly socks. Hot chocolate. Fabulous Rooibos tea.

If we were having coffee I’d mention that there was recently a charity event. Things such as blankets and non-perishable food were collected for the uncountable less fortunate who sleep in shacks, in these parts. I’m thankful that there are events like this that allow us to give back to the community. I’m thankful I’ve got warm food to eat and a proper roof over my head.

Just in case you were totaling my list of gratitude, I have now mentioned more than 10 things I’m thankful for. Finally yet importantly, I am thankful for coffee. Check out what other bloggers are chatting about on their own #WeekendCoffeeShare posts here. The 10 Things of Thankful link up can be found here.

What are you thankful for this weekend?

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Time to say goodbye

Say what you say. Do not be afraid. Afraid.

A lullaby to the tune of Andrea Botticelli and Sarah Brightman’s duet: “Time to say goodbye” has been stuck on repeat in my mind. “Say what you say. Do not be afraid. Afraid” is however not part of the lyric. Has my mind suddenly turned into the jester? Or are these kinds of things messages from a “higher realm”?

The classical music ballad consists of entirely Italian lyrics with the English words “Time to say goodbye” thrown in. I don’t understand any of the Italian, so obviously my curiosity was sparked.The English translation of that song is poetic. Profound. Rendering the audience in awe of what they were listening to.

Here is the original in its splendid glory.

The words we use have unknown power. We can use them to encourage or to break down. It is thus we must choose with the greatest care for which purpose we use our words.

How easy is a false rumor spread? Damage done by such a lie can often not be undone. How often can words lead to a climate of fear?

As Yoda said:

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“Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

 

How often is fear the motivation behind words splattered out into the world? Some throw their muck onto the masses. Use hate to claim clicks and popularity. On the other hand, some will use overly emotional articles to gain their clicks. As writers and speakers of words, we need to think about what motivates us to put what we do out in the world.

Will our words build or burn bridges? Do we create out of a desire to gain ratification, through likes and views?

Now this does not mean we need to bury our personal stories. It is indeed brave to share a part of one’s, journey, however, traumatic it may have been. We must not do this from a place of seeking validation.

We must consider the impact our words have, regardless of them being spoken to someone in real life or written online. This does not mean our opinions do not matter, but rather that they hold more weight if considered carefully.

When it comes to online content, being either on websites, blogs, or social media a good measure is to consider how these words would affect our nearest. Would we want our mother to read it? How would our children be influenced by what we say?

This then leaves the other side of the coin. Sometimes we would swallow our words, even though they hold great importance. We leave things unsaid because we fear rejection. Keep it to yourself. No one cares anyway. It is in these instances that you need to “Say what you Say. Do not be afraid.”

As Marc Chernoff put it:

“To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
― Marc Chernoff

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None of us are perfect. Some of us don’t know how to use our words perfectly. In our own mind, we are terrible writers. We are terrible storytellers. We believe that our own stories don’t matter because there are just too many other stories out there. Everyone, after all, has a story. What should make me so special?

The underlying truth is, no one can tell your story but you. Would sharing your experience be a benefit to society? Can you do it from a place of compassion? Can you do it from your heart and not your fragile ego?

Remember it needs not be perfect. It needs to be heartfelt. It needs to build bridges. You need not be perfect. You need to be human.

Perhaps we need to say goodbye to words originating from a place of people pleasing. We need to say goodbye to words spoken from a place of hate and fear. When words fail us, let our hearts be open. We must remember for all of us will come a final time to say goodbye. Before we voyage to cross seas which no longer exist, we should leave this shore better off for harboring us.

I close this post with translated lyric from the song “Time to say goodbye” by Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli. Thanks to Jos van Greefen for this translation.

“When I’m alone
I dream of the horizon
and words fail;
yes, I know there is no light
in a room where the sun is absent,
if you are not here with me.
At the windows
show everyone my heart
which you set alight;
enclose within me
the light you
encountered on the street.

Time to say goodbye.

I’ll go with you to countries I never
saw and shared with you,
now, yes, I shall experience them.
I’ll go with you
on ships across seas
which, I know,
no, no, exist no longer;
it’s time to say goodbye. With you I shall experience them.


When you are far away
I dream of the horizon
and words fail,
and, yes, I know
that you are with me;
you, my moon, are here with me,
my sun, you are here with me
with me, with me, with me.

Time to say goodbye.     I’ll go with you
to countries I never
saw and shared with you,
now, yes, I shall experience them.
I’ll go with you
on ships across seas
which, I know,
no, no, exist no longer,


with you I shall experience them again.
I’ll go with you
on ships across seas
which, I know,
no, no, exist no longer,
with you I shall experience them again.
I’ll go with you.

You and me.”

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Every. Day.

Every day, I am faced with a choice. Every. Day.

The choice: To get up out of bed, make the best of that day. Carpe diem.

Yes, It’s a choice. Because I could just lie there. And most days I wish I could do just that. However, therein lies the path to the dark side, young padawan.

Get up and be productive. Be a benefit to those around you. Whether that means: going to work. Cleaning the house. Trying to help someone out. Not complain. Offer someone a cup of coffee. Hug someone. Live life. Connect.

For some it comes naturally. Those are the people who jump out of bed happy to be alive.  I need to remind myself not to growl at them in envy.

I won’t lie. It’s a struggle. Every. Day.

And some day’s I fail. I’m grumpy all day. It’s an uphill battle. Day in. Day out. And I’m left feeling exhausted.

But I’m not allowed to fail too much. I’ve got a job. I’ve got a husband and a kid. And those things come with responsibility and expectations.

That’s life.

And between trying to climb the mountain and not slipping, I forget to smell the roses. I let life happen. I fall into a monotonous pattern of repeat. I don’t take on too much. I build boundaries as high as Great Wall of China. Simply put I just can’t deal with what’s on the other side. And I should not have to. That is what boundaries are there for.

Obviously, I’m talking about emotional and personal boundaries here. I’ve been reading a lot about how healthy they are. Problem is that they can leave you feeling lonely. Unconnected. Depressed. It becomes a prison of your own making.

People say, my life is utterly boring. I’m letting my talents go to waste. They ask me how can I live like this. Obviously, keeping up with the Kardashians is not very high on my priority list. Neither is leaving the house if I don’t have to.

On some level, I realize that this is not only bad for myself but that it has an effect on those around me. I try. Obviously, I don’t try to keep up with the K’s because there just so many more intellectually stimulating things I could be doing. But I do try to get out some.

I go shopping – cause I need stuff. I work – cause I have to. I try to meet relatives and friends from time to time. I even went to a birthday party with my daughter when she was invited – since I felt she is too young to go alone.

And I blog. Even that is a social activity – although it is limited, in that the people are not directly in my face. Nevertheless, this is hard from time to time.

What people fail to realize about hermits and weirdos such as myself is, that we make a choice.

Every. Day. We make a choice.

We choose to live.

 

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M is for Mindfulness #AtoZChallenge on #Wellness

“There is only this moment. You should have good looking, nice fitting jeans to go with it”

Did I just quote myself? I guess I did. No better time to do so than the present. And no, I’m not actually that cocky. But, I needed to get your attention. How am I doing? Have I got you engaged in what you are presently reading? You see, today I’d like to take the opportunity and talk about something I’ve recently discovered. In essence, it has been around for thousands of years, but only recently has become popular. The word on all the wellness sites these days is:

MMindfulness

Mindfulness is about being present in the current moment. It means doing one thing at a time and being fully engaged in that activity. It means driving, and not thinking about what you are going to be cooking for dinner. It means writing and not checking your Facebook notifications when you ought to be writing. You get?
BeMindful.co.uk describes mindfulness as such:

“Mindfulness is a mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness on the present moment while calmly acknowledging and accepting feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations.”

Mindfulness has its roots in the Buddhist tradition but has now been converted into an everyday solution within the wellness and health circles. Therapies have been developed to help people cope with anxiety, stress, and depression. Again, according to BeMindful.co.uk one such therapy is defined as follows:

“Mindfulness-Based Cognitive Therapy (MBCT) was designed specifically to help people who are prone to recurring depression. It combines mindfulness techniques like meditation, breathing exercises and stretching, with elements from cognitive therapy to help break the negative thought patterns that are characteristic of recurrent depression.”

Oh yes, this is something I need to learn. Obviously, there aren’t people in my neck of the woods that teach MBCT. So I’ve been doing my utmost best to teach myself to be more mindful.
Mindfulness is such a huge topic there are very many blogs dedicated to the subject. I find everyone could benefit from a daily dose of mindfulness here and there.

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A little everyday problem

Many women – including myself – have problems accepting our looks the way we are at the present moment. I actually have denim jeans which would have looked great on me ten years ago – still tucked away in my closet. Obviously, I do not fit in it at this point and time. I don’t really like clothes shopping. I have this wrong notion, that I should lose weight before allowing myself to do so. In the meanwhile, I wear clothes that look shabby. All because I can’t accept my current weight. The mindful solution: Getting denim jeans that would look good on me now.
In essence, this is mindfulness – somewhat oversimplified.

Mindfulness is a way of life that looks at everything we do and how we do it. From what we eat to how spend our time. There is Meditation specially designed with mindfulness in mind. Mindfulness is everyday. Mindfulness is now.

Further reading:

If this subject tickles your fancy, check out the below pin from my favorite mindful and wellness website.

 

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