The effects of the weather and time can be harsh and unkind, very often resulting in wear & tear damage. Teak outdoor furniture is one of those exceptions, where exposure to the elements lovingly renders each piece majestically beautiful. Teak naturally contains silica, which makes it resistant to fungal infestations and the effects of water; hence, they can be appreciated with minimal upkeep.
They are an analogy for how I want to live on this other side of 50: I may be weathered, but I certainly am not worn.
Feature Photo: A much loved Teak Lounging Chair in our Balcony Garden.
I try not to be a worrier. I work hard not to be plagued by fear or anxiety. At an early age, I learned to rationalise, compartmentalise and let my neurotic thoughts go as quickly as possible.
After my brush with mortality, I attacked my rehabilitation with determination and vigour, giving very little space for negativity to creep in; why waste energy on what I could not do, when I needed every little bit of it to work on what I wanted to do. Continue reading “No Time for Fear”
This past weekend, we celebrated the Feast of the Holy Family. As I am reminded of the gift of the Family, and in particular, my Family, both near and far, some related by blood, others in spirit, I pause to give thanks for those who are on my mind today.
May you have a reflective start to a year which holds much discovery for you! Hugs and much love from my little corner of the world!
Feature Photo taken at sunrise around the Bandstand, Singapore Botanic Gardens.
I grew up in a Foodie Home.
Epicurious Father ate anything that moved, and then some. He gleefully regaled us with tales of the weird things he’d eaten: creepy scorpions, flying foxes, still wriggling fish; in part to gross us out, but I think also to inspire us to be adventurous towards food.
Nurturing Mother was a published Food Critic as well as homechef extraordinaire. I remember watching Sesame Street as a young child, and in particular, the episode where Ernie and Cookie Monster were counting (and slyly snarfing) cupcakes. I asked Nurturing Mother what cupcakes were. By the end of the programme, I had a plate of piping hot cupcakes, just out of the oven, waiting for me. Continue reading “Bliss: Lesson 4 Add Captions”
Yes, it is finished. Not the 50K words, nor the Great American Novel, simply, the 30 days of concerted writing. I will put my draft to bed for a bit, and maybe when I feel ready, will read through it to see if there is anything I can do with it.
Tomorrow, I begin my next 30 Day Challenge: a Photo a Day. Continue reading “It is Finished: Nanowrimo Update Day 30”
I chuckle to myself as the month of Nanowrimo draws to a close; the writing hasn’t gone at all the way I’d expected. I didn’t make the 1,667 per day word count goal, my story didn’t progress like I’d hoped, but I did learn some things about myself as a writer. Continue reading “Towards a Better Me: Nanowrimo Update Day 27”
I haven’t had a good mud run in a long long time. So much so that I actually considered putting my shoes through the washing machine, to my Loving Husband’s chagrin.
Breaking patterns and doing something quite different is good for one’s soul, if not for keeping shoes clean. When the road seems never-ending and fatigue starts to set in, it is time to do something completely different. The anxiety over breaking routine, followed by the exhilaration of the novelty; result: invigoration! Continue reading “Run in the mud: Nanowrimo Update Day 20”
In any given day, choices have to be made: exercise, social media, reading (more choices here: favourite blogs, literary articles, fiction fix), laundry, cooking, cleaning, quilling, napping, writing all vie for time. As you can imagine, this has become even more challenging with Nanowrimo at the back of my mind. Continue reading “There’s always time for cake: Nanowrimo Update Day 16”