Guilty!

A colleague at work calls me temptation….well, only because I tend to send out group emails inviting people to my desk for goodies.

I have a sweet tooth.

It doesn’t matter how much calories a snack has or how deep the cavities I might get, some treats are too good to pass on.

This morning, I woke up wanting to share some of the chocolate goodness I had been given by awesome friends. I gave one to a lady that rides the bus with me. She accepted with profuse thanks and then said she should not have, since she is slightly diabetic but she wouldn’t return it even though I was ready to have it back. I felt a twinge of guilt.

At work, I shared more goodies but you know how it is, every thanks came with a word or two- about healthy eating. My guilt multiplied.

Several packs of chocolate later and possibly sugar high, I am smiling at the world and their brothers when I hear the word temptation, my colleague is here, I do not hand over any treat instead I offer an orange.

Finally, I’m guilt-free!

When sleep won't come

Stars twinkle from behind pine trees,
I wonder if anyone else is watching them
as I am,
through the window pane,
laying in the orange glow of the light bulb,
listening to the hums from a half broken laptop.
A motor-cycle just sped by, interrupting the quiet..
I hear my daughter turn and the drone of a plane
I don't know what I'm listening for.
I should sleep.
Night owl, early bird, strange but I am both
not one or the other
Another perplexing fun fact about me.
Odd to be the only one enjoying the night
Now having a cold drink under the rays of streetlights that color the kitchen floors
No cheers
Only the gulping sound from my throat as liquid flows down
Good night is what my belch should sound like.

Bubbles

Last summer brought with it a lot of water play, the sun's scorch caused our skin to demand more liquid to bring down our bodies rising temperatures.

People who had those splash and slide things rushed out to the garden and played with them. Other's who didn't, made do with whatever they had. I once saw someone drench a bunch of kids with the water hose in their garden and they loved it!

Chez nous, sprinklers and water gun fights were the highlight of my toddler's days.We also had different types of bubble makers in our house.

Blowing bubbles is such a simple and effective way of creating FUN time. We watch bubbles of different sizes, float up and down and then burst. Sometimes we pop them ourselves.

We even figured out that we get more bubbles when we switch on a fan and made the fan blow out the bubbles for us. We screamed and laughed and enjoye our bubble time.

It's no wonder why children love bubble baths. There is something about bubbles that scream relaxation and enjoyment. A lot like life to me actually.

Yes, I sometimes see life like a bubble. The way it begins. Created by a specific mixture of ingredients. Then proppelled into the air by the force of wind; with humans, the force may be different but we all have people in our lives that drive us which is why expressions like " you are the wind beneath my wings" exist.

The light and floating bubble state reminds me of innocence and transparency. The way bubbles reflect whatever colors that are close to them or just beam like a rainbow when rays of sunlight shine on them mirrors the human ability to act and speak based on whatever we have been exposed to.

When I see bubbles, I am nudged to be bubbly because I am reminded of the fleetingless of life. The way bubbles pop or get popped which is akin to our very own end, left behind emotions, the only evidence that they were here.

Insomnia

I am piercing the quietness of the night with hymns and classical music.

My new headphones are a delight!

May morning stay away for many more hours.

When it does come, may it not bring with it the headache from yesterday, the day before and the day before that.

Amin.

No longer waiting

My blogging life has been on hold for far longer than I expected. That was fine when I had other things that would totally make up for it. However, those things haven't quite made up for it because they didn't really come or rather, I am still waiting for them to show up

Staying away from here therefore no longer makes sense.

Sometimes I hide

I don't know about you but sometimes, I find that I am hiding from things that I should be doing like writing, making new budgets, new timetables and all other things that make my life function in an organised way.

For weeks, I pretend that these things can wait another day and then another until several weeks have passed and I am still kind of hiding.

It reminds me of my daughter who absolutely loves hide and seek. It doesn't matter that you can see the bulging duvet and know that she is there. She could care less that she is hiding behind your legs and giggling, or that she is responding to your " where could she be". To her, hide and seek is just a fun thing to do and she does it as often as she can.

Similarly, I enjoyed playing hide and seek as a child and remember a time I was playing it with my siblings and hid in this "cool" hiding spot ( an empty wardrobe noone was sure to look in). At first, it was kind of nice knowing I would win and stifling giggles as my siblings walked past the wardrobe believing that I couldn't possibly be there.

However, they soon got tired of looking for me and began to plead with me to come out but no, I wouldn't listen. So, they stopped calling and went on to do other things. It took me several minutes to realise I had been forgotten about.

Somebody else would have chosen that moment to come out and join in whatever new game they were playing but not me. I was going to make them find me. Needless to say, I fell asleep in this closet and when I was finally found, everyone's emotions had been stretched and what started off as fun, ended as a big mess.

So, as we hide from the things we ought to do maybe because it's fun at the beginning, we should keep in mind that only a few minutes separates the 'fun' part from the 'everyone's worked up because of you' part.

Abandoned?

For any wondering if I have abandoned this blog, the answer is no.

I actually have some unfinished posts which I might complete sometime...or not.

A one word summary of my silence here would be 'life'.

I let posting slide as I went about the art of living.

I will be back more often from now on. Maybe on a monthly basis.

See you later.