Thursday 23 February 2012

Hard bits of Life

Ah! The ups and downs of a million!
The moments that create dissension
Becoming so consumed with such petty annoyances
When so many are far worse off than us
Damn those dilemmas arising from passion!

How do we tell ourselves in those small moments of misery that we should be grateful when all we feel is despair? That we just need to live through the day because tomorrow will be better, won’t it?
It is hard when you are overwhelmed with life. You tell yourself that it will pass, that you need to handle stress better, that you are not to worry.  Yeah right. Easier said than done.

Thursday 9 February 2012

My BBQ

They all came!

I am stting in the DJ room, yeah you heard right, the DJ room! It has speakers and turn tables and a mixer and a couple of hunky looking DJ boys playing DJ music. AND it has mirror balls and disco lights!

I just had my first BBQ and pretty much everyone came! I would call it a success for me as I was having such a bad year (I know, one month. Shh!) and my Chinese Horoscope said something along the lines of, 'Go into my chicken coop and come out in 2013.' It was going that way. Now, I don't like to be negative or to ponder on the bad things but I swear everything that could go wrong did go wrong! My $5600 tax bill, missing trains and buses by a second and digging up a past I wish to forget.

I was surprised to see that the people who came to my BBQ were those I wanted to be my bridesmaids! My sister and one of my best friends didn't come, but the other four did. Not that I am in a hurry to get married, though I have thought about it in the past. It was exquisite, my BBQ! To be able to have a party and to play host!  

Get Rid of the Junk!

Ever seen that movie 'Up in the Air'? The one where George Clooney gets paid to fire people and he also gives those 'inspirational talks' on how to minimise 'baggage' in order to lead a satisfying life?
This is what he says:

New Home

Wow. The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster ride for me.
Not only I have had to adjust to my new abode but I have also had to surrender my former room at my mother’s house. Mind you, most of my life long belonging’s are piled on my poor father’s bed. Lucky for him, and me, he is working away at the moment. The poor man would have had the scant edge of his bed to sleep in.

Since moving into my boyfriend’s house I have been a bit lost and wandering, not quite knowing where I belong or what I am meant to be doing. I guess I was sort of the same at my mother’s house but found a routine where I came home, made myself dinner, showered and then went to bed and read for a couple of hours, woke up and went to work. This was when I was actually did make it home. At this new place I have way too many options. I mean, I have people who I can talk to, a working kitchen with the oven door still intact, a backyard, not a jungle full of spiders and strange creatures. And I have a boyfriend to entertain myself with!

I find that a lot of women my age enjoy solitary time, their own space, quiet, nothing to stir up their energy. I have always had this but not necessarily wanted it and now, I guess, I can get bits and pieces here and there but don’t really know what to do with it. Have a bath, go on the internet, go for a walk, chat to the dog, do the laundry, sort out my wardrobe. I am turning into a homebody!