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What makes a person want to carry on with life, you know, without being too blasé about the whole shindig? I have been wondering this myself for quite a while to be honest. It is probably the reason i haven’t really written anything so far. In saying that, Uni is finished for the year, I am looking forward to next year, I have a part time job now, I still struggle not to make this sound like i am just highlighting the good parts of my life, but let’s be honest here… That is exactly what i am doing…
See i am a little pissed off… well a little is an understatement and this is the internet so i can essentially understate anything i would like.
I am a little pissed off with everything that is going on in my life at the moment, I am pissed off that child care cost so much, I am pissed off that I almost never get any time to myself, I am pissed off that it has taken until now to actually write something,… and all i have to really write about is being pissed off…
But you know that is ok, the whole point to a blog is not to impress anyone, but so replace the good old pen and paper hand written diary, except you are willingly letting people into your diary, because you want to, but this one is edited, because nobody really likes to hear that your life isn’t all fun and games, books and typewriters or friends and coffee.
There is fights with those friends, weeks you don’t read, typewriters that are not being used, and coffee that just taste so goddamn bad that you really, really and i mean really wish you had not have wasted the time even tasting… and sometimes you want to give it back in a swift flying motion.
So when you constantly have days where you feel like utter shit, can’t even be bothered reading your blogs, or writing… or anything… what keeps people going…
Well in short the answer could be chocolate. But who knows honestly.
From the very first Facebook hate rant to the very first comment on my blog, its no secret I have come along way from there. With every award I received from my fellow bloggers my confidence grew more and more.
To a lot of people, this may not mean much at all, but it means a lot to me. Its almost a year blogging on WordPress for me, and since I started, I’ve formed many new and real friendships with my readers and followers. I may only have a little over 1000, which is a small but decent amount considering I am not a famous author, but it is a huge number to me.
When I decided to get back into writing, I didn’t expect it to last this long, or to have as many followers and readers as I do have. I didn’t expect anyone to like my blog at all.
WordPress has given me the chance to put myself out there, to put my writing on the line and open for criticism (thankfully I’ve never had any bad criticism.) The chance to regain my confidence and the chance to help others regain there’s back too.
I’ve had the honor of being included in thousands of people’s lives thanks to WordPress. I’ve been able to share mine with so many people as well.
I want to sincerely thank the people behind WordPress. And I want to congratulate all you wonderful bloggers out there.
Helping people, one blog post at a time.
I remember when I was younger, I could write and write… There was never an ending to my stories. Now that I am older, I don’t have the time to just write and write and write.
For my readers, they are probably thinking ‘but you update your blog alot’ yes that is true, but I take a whole day to write a post, or write when the kids are napping or at night time.
How do we find the time to keep writing though, when life seems so busy? Truth is its not about ‘finding time’ its about choosing how to use your time wisely.
My pages and computers used to be filled with short stories, if only they had of been as valuable to me then as they would have been now. Now my pages are mostly blank, waiting for someone to come along and write something other than study notes on them.
When I say ‘once upon a butterfly’ I think about how a butterfly seems so insignificant to most. Well its just a small creature right? Something that doesn’t live very long, I mean they are pretty I guess…
Like all creatures, organisms, animals, minerals – well basically everything that isn’t a human – the live their life… That’s really all, they aren’t living and striving to impress the world, just one other butterfly, same with any animal. Seriously could you imagine animals trying to impress other species? It would look a bit like this.
My point is, it doesn’t matter if I write once a day, once a month or once a year. I still impress my partner every time and that’s my goal.
Once upon a butterfly, life was simple, they were in love and life was blissful.
I guess you could say I am an impecunious bibliomaniac, yes an impecunious [im-peh-KYOO-nee-uhs] one, not because I am literally ‘poor’ per say, but because I really can’t afford to buy new books all the time, and sometimes I do anyway… even if I don’t get around to reading it until a year later and it becomes the next addition to my backlog of books to read.
Right now my book collection is in storage at my parents’ house until I move into my new home… and buy the amount of book cases I will need for them. But until then I have just been building a new collection until I can be re-united with my older collection.
When I go shopping for a new book, I have no idea what I am looking for, I really at the end of the day just buy whatever books seem interesting at the time, I don’t go for the ‘popular’ books because sometimes you can end up buying something that was not so flattering and along the erotic side of things, when really you just wanted to see what the hype was. The last ‘popular’ novel I bought was ‘The casual vacancy’ written by the one and only J.K Rowling, I still haven’t gotten around to reading this because I have so many other books to read first.
I’ve decided I need to keep a book log, like the ones you get in the library, to show which books you have read and which ones you haven’t, I guess doing a book log is a great way to keep track and review all the books I’ve read. I guess like the website Goodreads. The problem I have with the popular site isn’t that I don’t like it, we all know how many people consider it their esprit de corps, it is that it does not like me… well not me, but my laptop and my phone. For some reason I have the worst luck when it comes to technology, my choices never seem to want to support the regular websites I usually go to.
I don’t want to sound like a mountebank here, but I think paper and pen will be my best option. I am constantly having to buy new writing books because they all serve different purposes. I have separate writing books for everything, from chemistry to theory’s and maths, I also have one specifically for the elements of the periodic table and all the elements properties.
I must stop speaking so magniloquently now, some of you might be getting confused.
There is a real stigma that lurks about when you mention ‘early start’. You instantly dread the morning and plague the room with the hate radiating from your body.
Well for me anyway. Its 5am right now and I am awake. On a normal day I would be thinking ‘kill me now’ but today I am embracing this, as I think it is the first time in years I haven’t woken up stuffy and congested or just down right ill. I feel amazing and healthy, for the first time in along time (must be all that gym).
There is a strange sense of peace at this time of the morning, although Atlas is awake, people are in their beds dreaming about this serenity and I have it. Right now at 5am… Peace
Posted March 5, 2013on:
So it is nearing on close to a year since I joined word press, although in that year I havent had the honor of one of my post’s becoming ‘Freshly pressed’ I have worked hard to get to where I am today. Over 1000 Followers, and
I must say I have worked hard for every one of them.
So I am not much of a social network junkie, but I have had a twitter account for some time now and although I don’t go on it much, I am slowly getting the hang of it and I have finally added one of those ‘Hey follow me on twitter’ Widgets on the side of my blog *point to side*
Now I know, I know… Another way for my Stalkers to stalk me… but hey if it floats their boat right? I mean they are pretty insignificant to me now anyway
Starting my blog was probably one of the best things I could have done last year, I started it shortly after I finally bought my prescription glasses and was able to read and write without having difficulty seeing the screen (apparently I am as blind as a bat… well not that blind… not blind at all for that matter).
I have gained the confidence I really needed to finally say ‘Yes! I know what I want to do with my life and I am going to go for it.’ It gave me the confidence to share my opinion and speak my mind, and hear others opinions on the subject. It gave me the ability to finally show the world who I am through my writing and it gave me the chance to connect with my followers on another level.
There have been many times where writing has just been a pain in the backside for me over this past year, and times where it has just flowed like a river from my mind right onto the pages of my blog. There have been spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, controversial posts, friendships formed and stalkers have been able to feed their crazy sick weird habits by reading my every post. I also feel pretty safe knowing who my stalker is and the chair they sit on is wearing very thin…
I have been able to read so many wonderful posts written by you all and I hope to read many more. I also look forward to the years to come with my blog.
Starting my blog was like re-starting my life again.
For that I thank you all.
Lemon and pepper salmon cuits dans du papier (cooked in paper.)
Today I thought I would share what I cooked for dinner, because it was quick and simple.
So you want to start with your ingredients: serves 2 btw (by the way)
2 salmon fillets
Handful of alfalfa sprouts
Quarter of cucumber
Table spoon butter
Pinch salt and pepper
So you wanna start with the salmon, grab an oven dish and some baking paper, place the salmon on the baking paper (in the oven dish of course) season with the table spoon of butter, whole lemon juice, salt and pepper. Wrap the paper up and place in the oven at 180c fan forced for 20-30 mins.
Build your salad with the rest if your ingredients. How ever you want it fine, drizzle with olive oil and a bit more lemon juice to taste.
My salad looked like this.
Then when the salmon is cooked, take it out the oven and serve it
Should look something like this.
I would like to post today a few photos, to remind you how simple things can be so beautiful.
These things seem meaningless to most, but to me… Less is more and simplicity is pure beauty.
So yes, I guess you could say I’m a writer, but mostly I am a thinker and I don’t spend nearly as much time on WordPress as I should.
I write a lot of blog posts that don’t even make it onto my site, they either stay on paper or in my head. Some do, the ones I know will get a reaction from people, the ones that make you question you’re existence, the ones that make you smile and laugh and the ones that will make you worried or upset. Sometimes they are small and sometimes they are long, pointless, annoying and senseless. Sometimes my grammar is poor and sometimes it’s over done.
I consider myself a writer, because I find everyone is a writer.
A writer isn’t just someone who can sit there type a few hundred thousand words onto a page, print it out and call it a story, a writer isn’t just someone who reads a lot of books and considers themselves as a ‘nerd’ or ‘bookworm’ or a lover of all things fine and delicate, like a nice glass or bitter tasting red wine (that realistically took them years to acquire the taste for) and a decent paper back on a rainy afternoon.
A writer isn’t just someone who can write a blog post, have hundreds of people read it and feel satisfied at the end of the post, knowing people actually enjoy what you have to share with everyone.
A writer is all these things and more… I guess right?
A writer is a child, who’s imagination knows no bounds, who’s tree is easily converted into a rocket ship, who’s clothes line is Ferris wheel, who’s mothers bra is a pair of head phones, who’s nappies are meteors heading for the earth and who’s sandpit and bucket it’s easily a beach filled with animals and a giant killer kraken who need slaying.
A writer is the crazy person in the mental hospital who can’t quite work out who they are.
A writer is like volcano, lying dormant for years until one day they just have to explode.
You reading this are a writer, your smile has a story and your mind wants to tell it, quick! Pick up that pen and paper, write it, tell it to the world, they may not like it, but that’s not the point – see you don’t have to like my story, because being a writer isn’t about who likes what you have to say, it’s about saying it anyway.
It’s about disregarding the criticism and it’s about just doing.
Go now fruitful minds, write until you cannot write anymore, you know no boundaries for you’re like a child, a child who leaps over all obstacles because they may not see it but there is a giant to be slain and his name is Fear
“Ha” they said.
“You can never achieve that” they say.
I think back to school, all the bullying and all the times I was kicked out of class (for reacting to the bullies) and all the “you will nevers”
From what I believed, by year nine (13-14 years old) I would never ammount to anything. In my fellow classmates eyes I was just a ‘slut’ who just happen to still be a virgin. I have lost count of the amount of times I have been told I was stupid, dumb, useless or I wouldn’t achieve anything, and I began to believe them and eventually gave up.
I gave up on my art, singing (not cooking otherwise we wouldn’t eat) I just basically said ‘f@#k it’ and let the bullies win.
I recently watched a TED talks episode “Adora Svitak: what adults can learn from children.” I was blown away. Not only was she up on stage speaking in front of millions, she had a sense of humor like an ‘adult.’
Adora starts off by talking about being called ‘childish’ and points out how adults can be childish too (eg: war, slavery) ill add to this with calling your child names, saying its their fault, saying they will never ammount to anything and not encouraging them.
Adoras parents bought her, her very own laptop, which she wrote 300 short stories on that laptop by the age of 6. Adora wanted to get published, so instead of telling her to wait until she was older or telling her it was stupid, her parents supported her until they found a publishing company that would take her on and trust her.
Why? Because her parents invested what most adults see as their ‘precious and valuable me time’ into their precious, valuable and creative daughter. Yep its hard to believe there ARE still some selfless adults out there.
I was in the supermarket the other day with Jordan and our 2 little boys Setesh (19 months old) and Atlas (2 months.)
We were minding our own business, doing our grocery shopping when this woman tried to start a fight with us, we just ignored her, later on in the shopping trip she tried again. Calling us losers for being parents of two children. Now its morally wrong to judge other (even though we all do it) but by the looks of things, this woman might have been jealous of us. We didn’t know her, we didn’t speak to her, we hadn’t even looked at her and she was with her pre-pubescent boy. They were both wearing clothes that looked like they had come from a second hand store or off the side of the road, but what she also didn’t realise is that I am on welfare too and its the same ammount as her if not less – so we were both ‘losers’ in the eye of the public.
Its this type of bullying and behavior that keeps a lot of people from achieving their goals. Because of this event we left the supermarket having done only half of our shopping – in fear or further abuse and avoidance of the situation.
How could some stranger treat us like that? Something must have intimidated her – the thought of someone possibly being better than her. This is where most parents go wrong with their children. The fear of their own offspring surpassing their intellectual status and becoming more successful or in general ‘better than they were.’
Failing to see that is the point.
Its to teach your offspring so they can be better, not the same and not less but better.
I’ve written about my son Setesh before, now I am surtain he can become something amazing.
Setesh is 1, he will be 2 this year. He can count to 10 and read (yes read) and recognize numbers from 1 to 6, he can solve simple puzzles (eg:- red red, blue blue, red red what comes next, answer being blue blue) he can collect items all of the same colour and tell you what colour they are, he can ask you questions and he can trick you. He will figure out how something works almost instantly ( you might as well give your new smart phone to him so he can show you how to use it.)
Of course that will spark some jealousy within other mums with children Setesh’s age, but why Setesh is they way he is, is because he has a group of people around him all day, everyday investing their precious spare time teaching him, talking to him, playing with him and no body talks to him like a baby.
Old saying – it takes a village to raise a child.
I’m not saying do as I do, I am simply pointing out how simple encouragment can go along way – we play flash cards with Setesh now.
I wish when I was in school I was continually encouraged, like Adora and Setesh. But my childhood is in the past now.
This year I started studying to become a ‘Neuroscientist’ and I realised there is no reason why I can’t teach Setesh this stuff too. Like Adora suggests – adults need to start trusting kids more. So I can trust that Setesh will turn out fine if I teach him what I am learning, I think it will be good for him. And yes he will still be my little baby but I want him to be better than I was when he is my age.
I was both my boys to surpass me physically and intellectually.
Because they are the leaders of tomorrow.