It's been a long long time since I wrote something. So I decided today is a good day for new beginnings. What better day than one's birthday to blow life back into a small metaphorical book that was tucked away deep under wraps, inside bundles of excuses.
So here I am, scaring away that silver fish which had found its home between my words. Shoo! there's no place for you here.
What should I begin with... Let me tell you about a beautiful thing that happened from the time I stopped writing to now. I met a new person, a little familiar, a whole lot strange.
All this talk of space travel, left me thinking. My meeting this new person was a lot like space travel. Before I knew it I heard a countdown starting in my mind - T minus 9, 8, 7....
I am very unsure how it feels in zero gravity. People and objects floating is as far as I have seen, heard or imagined it is like. My experience made me feel the exact opposite, just too heavy. Body and soul, all felt heavy.
You are on the way to this discovery all alone. There are people who come and check in occasionally or whenever possible. Like in the movie Gravity, (Big fan of Sandy B, by the way) where Houston chimes in for a visual or for the astronauts' "20".
You are all alone in this vast expanse, just waiting to complete the task you've been sent to complete, all the while monitoring the development of your little "project". Your eyes are on the beauty that lies a little distance away. You think to yourself this is just a small part of your life, soon this anxiety will lead way to that wonderful touchdown.
The pet project and its demons weigh you down at times, the ups and downs in your attempt to keep it together. I kept reminding myself aim for the touchdown, eyes off the meltdown and bad scenery.
All of a sudden that hope emerges, if this has to be done it's going to be you pushing through all the way. In my case, literally.....3, 2, 1.
I heard my very loving husband say "you can do it, you can do it" and egging me on, so I did it, if only to keep up the pretence of not being anxious in the least.
And finally she was here, my very own little angel.
Well after two years of her life she has clearly changed sides and opted to be her Dad's, and he has unabashedly claimed that she's the prettiest girl in the world, so there goes..
Now that she's going to start learning, reading and writing, I thought I'll give her some material as well. Again, what better day than your own birthday, Happy Birthday to me!
See you again very soon.
So here I am, scaring away that silver fish which had found its home between my words. Shoo! there's no place for you here.
What should I begin with... Let me tell you about a beautiful thing that happened from the time I stopped writing to now. I met a new person, a little familiar, a whole lot strange.
All this talk of space travel, left me thinking. My meeting this new person was a lot like space travel. Before I knew it I heard a countdown starting in my mind - T minus 9, 8, 7....
I am very unsure how it feels in zero gravity. People and objects floating is as far as I have seen, heard or imagined it is like. My experience made me feel the exact opposite, just too heavy. Body and soul, all felt heavy.
You are on the way to this discovery all alone. There are people who come and check in occasionally or whenever possible. Like in the movie Gravity, (Big fan of Sandy B, by the way) where Houston chimes in for a visual or for the astronauts' "20".
You are all alone in this vast expanse, just waiting to complete the task you've been sent to complete, all the while monitoring the development of your little "project". Your eyes are on the beauty that lies a little distance away. You think to yourself this is just a small part of your life, soon this anxiety will lead way to that wonderful touchdown.
The pet project and its demons weigh you down at times, the ups and downs in your attempt to keep it together. I kept reminding myself aim for the touchdown, eyes off the meltdown and bad scenery.
All of a sudden that hope emerges, if this has to be done it's going to be you pushing through all the way. In my case, literally.....3, 2, 1.
I heard my very loving husband say "you can do it, you can do it" and egging me on, so I did it, if only to keep up the pretence of not being anxious in the least.
And finally she was here, my very own little angel.
Well after two years of her life she has clearly changed sides and opted to be her Dad's, and he has unabashedly claimed that she's the prettiest girl in the world, so there goes..
Now that she's going to start learning, reading and writing, I thought I'll give her some material as well. Again, what better day than your own birthday, Happy Birthday to me!
See you again very soon.
