FOR ALL THE MUMS OUT THERE…

                                 Last week I was having a chat with my sister who recently got pregnant with her first baby. She was narrating an experience she had had with some ladies at a function. You know the typical ones where all the men segregate together and the ladies are left to themselves? So as they chatted, the topic (inevitably) turned to babies, motherhood and pregnancy. The interesting thing, or should I say shocking, was that none of them had anything positive to say about the entire experience. Now my sister found this very alarming, to say the least, considering that they all had more than one child. At some point, she couldn’t take the negativity any longer and gave them a piece of her mind. Of course they castigated her (as expected) and told her that her lack of experience was distorting her opinion and that she should wait till she got her baby to know just how “bad it was”. At this point, she decided that the men were better company and moved away from what she termed as “negative energy”. Which brings us to…

The Second Time Around…

                                 I was never much of a believer in second chances. Especially in the big stuff like career choices, investment decisions and of course the biggest, Love. I always figured that once you had picked a particular path or made a choice, you were pretty much stuck with it for life. It also did not help that I knew (and still know to date) numerous people who were stuck in careers or relationships they weren’t really happy in. A common factor across all these people was that they had chosen to stick it out, not really believing that second chances existed for them, or that they could be happy should they opt out. I guess something to do with the old saying “Better the devil you know….” So there I was; stuck in a rut. In a career that didn’t fulfill me at all but paid the bills so I figured what the heck. I was also recovering from the gut wrenching heart break of what I thought was the love of my life till it all fell apart months from the altar. And I had pretty much convinced myself that no one gets a second shot at that kind…

L.O.L.

                                      Today I laughed for the first time in a while. Like really laughed. Don’t get me wrong, I smile and chuckle and grin all the time. But I’m talking about those loud, deep-throated belly laughs, completely unapologetic and uninhibited hyena-like (think Lion King) guffaws. The kind that make everyone in the room stop what they are doing and just revel in the sound of it. The kind that is so infectious that you find people joining in even when they have no clue what the joke is. The ones that you can’t stop no matter how hard you are choking to breath. I think you have the picture.                                            I’m the kind of person that people generally regard as an open book. Emotions play freely on my face, clearly displaying what mood I am in. I don’t even try very hard to hide them. I am also a pretty loud person with a matching loud personality. Apparently, when I am not in the office, my absence is keenly felt. So, for the last week or so, the laughs (or should I say chuckles) have been nondescript. Polite and ladylike. Almost mechanical and forced. It was a rough week after…

Seasons

                                                This past month my pastor in church has been dealing with a topic called Seasons of Life. It’s basically about the different seasons in our life – loneliness, loss, prosperity, sadness, sickness, happiness etc and how to deal with each season. What struck me most is how distinct each season is in our lives – from the feelings evoked in us to how we deal with each to even the people who surround us during each of those seasons.  When I look back at my life I can actually clearly see the diverse seasons I have been through so far – perhaps one day I shall write my memoirs and share my very colorful past. (That will be a best seller for sure!). Each season has challenged me, shaped me and basically formed the person that I am today. And while I can say that I am a product of my seasons, I am also not under the illusion that any of my personas in each of those seasons was permanent.                                                                Interestingly though, while I was going through each of the seasons, there was a strong tendency to become comfortable and attached to my circumstances. For instance, during…

Murphy and his law…

                                   Ever have one of those days where anything that can possibly go wrong does? The kind where you ask “Can the day get any worse?” and apparently the universe takes that as a challenge!  Well I’m having one of those. How do you normally deal with yours? My tested and tried solution is to lock myself in my house, wear sweats and bond with my duvet on the couch. With only Friends and a glass of wine for company. Works everytime! Today’s gloom season however caught me hard at work in the office with the day far from over and my sure escape plan atleast 6hours away. Which of course got me thinking – why do bad things happen to good people? Like most of us, I have a pretty high opinion of myself and I believe I am a good person. So I’m seated here going like, why me? Why are all these things happening to me? Am I attracting them to me? If you’re like me and have watched The Secret tones of times, you know how the Law of Attraction works. Supposedly you can attract good and bad things alike with just your mind….

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