The difference between right and right

My boy just started play school. He is 3 and a half, and in many ways I feel it's too young, but a chance for him to mingle with people of his own age is a very important factor.

Now my fridge can also be adorned with kiddy scribbles and even a heart made it to home for Valentine's day.

So reading about little Emma refusing to colour the mascot of a rival unie did make me smile, but also made me wonder...

How would I react if my kid decided he wouldn't do something at school, because he doesn't "believe" in it? Where is the line between sucking it up and doing what your teacher says, coz she said so, and standing up for yourself?

From what I read I'm with Emma's mom in her case.

As for my own kids, as I said, the eldest is in play school now, so I guess I'm bound to find out someday...

Be my Valentines

So we arrived for our Valentine's day dinner...

My lovely husband, me of course, our son, our daughter, our godson, my mom and hubbie's mom.

You will be excused for thinking this to be a somewhat untraditional grouping, but V-day is about love, and the more the merrier, right?

And we had a lovely time. So hubbie and I did not spend it staring deep into each other's eyes, but I can do that anytime. And I do, whenever I feel like it (he has very pretty eyes).

Probably good we did it this way, otherwise I'd just over think it.

Spread the love.

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Bloggity blog blog blog

Blogging is supposed to be fun.

It's supposed to be a way of expressing yourself.

Possibly a way of blowing of steam, but usually I get bored about a quarter of the way through a rant post, so not great for me specifically.

But most importantly - blogging should be what you need it to be.

For me, blogging is a way to get my thoughts out of my head so that I can have space for the really important stuff, like remembering the lyrics to Evanescence songs and knowing all the names of the Thomas and Friends trains my son owns.

So if it is my blog, with my thoughts, and there for my needs, why do I feel guilty when I don't blog?

Ask my husband and he will categorise it under my (I hope charming) brokeness - along with getting buyers remorse before making a purchase and having to run to the microwave to stop it before it beeps (can't stand the beeping).

Well the answer - I don't know. Probably the same reason I feel guilty for not shaving my legs before I go to the gynae.

So since I don't have the answer, I'm just gonna leave it at that. Calming accepting that I will probably feel a little guilty for not going deeper.


Oh well.

So I have an iPhone now

I don't know about you, but for me an iPhone has been a lovely idea, a definite want, but not really a need. I say this of course with my new iPhone in hand, typing this post, so you will be forgiven if you find me slightly contradictory.

I can justify this purchase of course - it is convinient for keeping in touch, it has features and access to applications that makes my business easier to run, the planets aligned (it actually did - my contract was upgradable the day before the 4s launch), my husband has one, etc etc.

But in the end it doesn't matter why I got it. And I know there might be very valid reasons to have considered a different phone (I didn't). The fact is that I very quickly realised that the iPhone is for me.

I love it.

And now I can play Angry Birds too ;)

Having the (right) words.

As a copywriter I am expected to know what to say. To take the information behind a product or service and turn it into a message that is easily understandable, promotes, sells and often, is expected to be clever too.

With enough insight into a product or service this can be accomplished. Yes, sometimes it can be difficult, harder work than one might think to get to text on the page, but (so far) it is always doable.

It is not so easy when the words are my own.

When the message is personal, my words are not only harder to find, but it is harder to let go. How do I know for sure that what I mean is what you will understand? How do I even know what I mean is what I understand? So I keep working at it, dissecting sentences in my mind, trying to find the words. The right words.

Enough of that.

It has been months since I blogged and even with some of that time spent trying to find the right words, I may just end up putting it off until I have no voice left. So I’m stepping away. Getting a new perspective. Maybe I’ll even climb on my desk like the chaps from Dead Poets Society.

I’m hiring a copywriter.

Myself.

My hubbie showed me this advert. I liked it, and it seems kinda appropriate. Power of words and all that. (Watch the ad, even cry a little if you like, but if you need a copywriter, pick me.)

Link to the advert if the embedded video is unhappy for any reason:

The power of words.

Life happens

I have been quiet here, I know. I am moving forward, one little step at a time. And I will get back to blogging and my life quest. Soon, I hope.

In the past month, my miscarriage is what filled my head, and having a baby is still what I think about most at the moment.

But I am looking forward to this new year, and hopefully new beginnings.

So, happy new year, may it be miraculous.

Days of truth update

I'm taking a bit of a break from 30 days of truth.

I had a miscarriage this past Monday, so my mind is still mostly focused on that.

I will get back to this life quest, but first I need to deal with death.

I will however include 3 things to be grateful for:

1. An amazing husband.
2. Family, friends, my doctor and hospital staff for their incredible support.
3. And a beautiful, beautiful 2 year old boy.

Day 11: Something people seem to compliment me the most on

What is 30 days of truth?

My looks.

Which happens to also be the one thing I find it hardest to accept a compliment for.

I often get told I look pretty, or even beautiful. I say a simple "thank you," but in my heart of hearts the insecure little girl that I often still am shouts, "Lair! I'm fat, I'm ugly, I don't stand up straight!" [At least I don't stand there pointing out my flaws for an hour and a half anymore. "Thank you" is a huge improvement. Look, I even fought the urge the put - like me - in brackets after the huge ;) ]


The truth, I am overweight, but it turns out that I never really was this hideous creature I took myself for, even clocking in at significantly higher than what I am now. At school I was convinced I was the fattest, so did I at college and later in the "corporate world." 

Looking back I realise that my perception piled on quite a few kilograms.

But still, even "knowing" this intellectually, I still find it hard to take the compliment. I have started to realise that many people do actually have the ability to look past the fat and see a pretty face, my not quite dark, but not quite light, brown eyes, and a kinda pretty smile. 


The strange thing is that other people's size does not bother me. As long as they are happy, I am happy. I see the person, not the packaging.

It's just when it comes to me where can't look past my pounds.

But I'm working on it.


3 Things to be grateful for:


1. Contour underwear.
2. Playing pretend games with the kid.
3. Spell check.

Day 10: Someone I need to let go, or wish I didn’t know

What is 30 days of truth?

Someone I need to let go...

No one.

Everyone that I know or interact with somehow belongs in my life. They all contribute to who I am, and who I am becoming. Would it make my life easier to remove some of them from the equation? Sure, but this is a life quest. Part of that quest is to grow as a person, and having to deal with a diverse brew of people helps that growth.

Someone I wish I didn't know...

Angry-Hulk-Suki.

I can remain calm in most situations, but I do have a temper on me. And when I snap, I snap big.

Not something I'm proud of.

Which is why earlier this year I made the resolution to not get angry. And, although I don't have a perfect record since them, I have managed to keep my cool more often than I would have and I have been able to keep Angry-Hulk-Suki in check.

And that is something I am proud of.

3 Things to be grateful for:

1. Knowing many people who enrich my life.
2. Keeping my cool.
3. Oranges. Totally loving oranges at the moment.

Day 9: Someone I didn’t want to let go, but just drifted

What is 30 days of truth?

I do wonder from time to time what happened to a friend of old.

Usually this happens when I am somehow reminded of a time in my life where they were present, or I might be reminded of an event in my life where they were involved.

Maybe I'm in a video shop and I see a movie title which takes me momentarily back to the first time I saw the movie and the people I was with. Then I would wonder, "what ever did happen to so and so..."

But for me, that is usually where it ends. I don't even look them up on Facebook.

I don't know who Anneri is, but she left an impression.
I guess she really does not want to be forgotten,
or maybe someone is trying hard not to forget.

Cause the truth is, with today's tech at our fingertips, the excuses for not keeping in contact are getting thin. If we are not speaking/emailing/following each over on Twitter then we probably don't make sense in each other's worlds anymore.

And if we didn't want to let go, why did we drift?

Surely on some (maybe unconscious) level we must have been willing.

That said, I do not believe it is necessarily over. We might bump into each other one day at the local McDs, strike up a conversation and jump right back into our friendship. But it will be different, since we are now different.

Or maybe we'll just be reminded of why we drifted in the first place...

3 Things to be grateful for:

1. Keeping in touch via all these controversial social media means.
2. Lindt 70% chocolate.
3. Hearing a new song you like.