One of the lovely things about having girls, is that I get to sew for them. Using the loveliest, sweetest girly colours and buttons with lace and all the trimmings. And so I'm sewing a few summer things for them right now.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
a cup of tea
Another thing about me, I LOVE TEA. I don't actually even know wether I can live without tea, I'm way too scared to try. A real teapot, me. You know how mommies say they never manage to finish their mugs of whatever it is they drink, and so there are half full, icy cold mugs all around the house? Well, that never happens to me, I cradle my tea in my hand and walk around with it, and HATE when I've swallowed the last sip. I drink it piping hot, so it's always finished in next to no time at all. The only bad thing is, I need the loo every so often. So, I've developed a bit of a habit. I have my first cup of tea, and then a while later I need the loo, and immediately go make myself the next cup. Tea follows immediately after a trip to the ladies.
So now picture this, I drink my tea piping hot, as I've mentioned, I drink it as I've poured it. I also, when I can, make it in a pot, and then pour it into the thin-rimmed, mind you, mug. But imagine my irritation, when I boil the kettle, and as I pour it into the pot, realise there is only about 50ml of water in the kettle! Well, no wonder it took only a few seconds to boil?!? And then, I decide, to avoid it happening again, I pour about a litre of water in the kettle before boiling it a second time. So now I have 50ml of rapidly cooling "tea" waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting for it's top up of water. Lesson learnt. To avoid irritation, never become fussy or spoilt about anything. Keep it simple.
So now picture this, I drink my tea piping hot, as I've mentioned, I drink it as I've poured it. I also, when I can, make it in a pot, and then pour it into the thin-rimmed, mind you, mug. But imagine my irritation, when I boil the kettle, and as I pour it into the pot, realise there is only about 50ml of water in the kettle! Well, no wonder it took only a few seconds to boil?!? And then, I decide, to avoid it happening again, I pour about a litre of water in the kettle before boiling it a second time. So now I have 50ml of rapidly cooling "tea" waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting for it's top up of water. Lesson learnt. To avoid irritation, never become fussy or spoilt about anything. Keep it simple.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
The Cross I Bear
I've always been a tense, nervous person. I'm a perfectionist, unfortunately. In my opinion there is more bad than good to perfectionism. The biggest 'thing' to perfectionism is that your best is never good enough. You can somehow never measure up. I know this to be a lie. But, do you think I can tell my mind that? Nope, it gets lost in translation, every single time. And so, I struggle with anxiety. On and off, better then worse, perpetually. Oi. (Hey, there's that word again!)
Anyway, back to the point. Anxiety is the cross I bear. I believe everyone has a cross they bear, a hardship that makes life hard somwtimes. Some crosses are very obvious, like obesity. Some are very easy to hide. Not everyone has the courage to trust someone with the thing they struggle with. Maybe that's pride. We cannot be superwife, supermom, superperson. It's liberating to really believe that, and be ok with it. Tell someone what your problem is, when you do, you don't bear your cross alone anymore.
Anyway, back to the point. Anxiety is the cross I bear. I believe everyone has a cross they bear, a hardship that makes life hard somwtimes. Some crosses are very obvious, like obesity. Some are very easy to hide. Not everyone has the courage to trust someone with the thing they struggle with. Maybe that's pride. We cannot be superwife, supermom, superperson. It's liberating to really believe that, and be ok with it. Tell someone what your problem is, when you do, you don't bear your cross alone anymore.
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