Showing posts with label life lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life lessons. Show all posts

Monday, 5 December 2011

Voices in my head


Today I want to talk about the voices in my head. 

Some of you probably already think I am mad ... those of you who know me. Others may just look at my ravings and wonder. But I know that if I have voices in my head, so do you! I am not alone in this.
And these voices – well sometimes they’re fun companions urging me on to jump in puddles, kick autumn leaves, have another drink, talk to a stranger. But other times they speak in malevolent whispers. Who do you think you are? What made you think you could do that? You’ve got to be kidding, you’re not good enough ... 

Do these sound familiar?

I read a book some time back where the principal character was followed around by an imaginary dog that represented her self-pity. Whenever she was feeling low, or something didn’t go right, she could hear him whining and whimpering. 

Well, I’m putting my dog on notice. No whining and whimpering allowed. There is no place for negative voices in my head. From now on I can do it, I am good enough, and what makes you think you should question me? Haven’t you seen what I’ve achieved?

It’s time for me to focus on why I should, not why I shouldn’t.

Sorry about the dog, but he’s got to change his behaviour, or he’s got to go (I’m hoping he will change because I am rather fond of him).

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Do it now ...

After years of corporate life, in both the public and private sectors, I am moving on to the wonderful land of ‘making it on my own’. Well, I hope it will be ‘making it on my own’ and not ‘unemployed and homeless’.

Four more working days at the office and then a couple of weeks of getting things sorted and I will be changing countries. No doing things by halves for me this time. This time I’m going to give my own business a shot. I’ve decided life is just too short not to spend it doing things that you love. The big question now, of course, is will anyone pay me to do the things I love?

At the moment though I’m not loving it so much, but I know that there is a reward ahead that makes all the sorting, packing, unpacking, repacking, disposing of, deciding to dispose of, reclaiming, etc. worthwhile. I hope so anyway. Because this process is draining. The ridiculous levels of attachment I have to things that are completely replaceable are really making me wonder. I’ve completely failed with reducing the amount of music I will carry to my next abode. I tried. I really tried. All that happened as I sorted through the hundreds of CDs was I remembered how wonderful they all are, and started listening to things I hadn’t listened to for years. And don’t get me started on the books.

Yet time is running out. The removal company is coming tomorrow to start the assessment process ... so, being an absolute master of procrastination, I chose this moment to update my blog ...

Do it now. Okay, I’m going. Now. Okay, okay ...

Monday, 19 September 2011

Desperate for news of Kinder Eggs

Dear all,

I am shattered. Nowhere can I find a Kinder Egg in Dubai. I can only find the feeble, unsatisfactory, unfulfilling Kinder Joy. Has anyone seen a Kinder Egg? Can anyone help me find these? If we don't find them soon, I am concerned that my esteemed colleague Lou-Bear may just do something desperate.

Please help.
A splendid woman and her mates

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Still wondering ...

This one's for Lou-Bear:

wondering what's happened to all the Kinder Surprise Eggs in the UAE? Know they're banned in the USA. Has the UAE followed suit, or is it just a temporary blip in the supply chain?

Does anyone know where to find a Kinder Egg? Please ...

Just curious ...

I've been wondering ...

Why is it that the more expensive the hotel room, the less likely you are to have free wifi?

Do border guards regularly ask random strangers for lifts home in Serbia?

Do all waiters think that a single woman of a certain age is fair game?

Why do taxis in Dubai fail to understand that if you wanted a taxi you would signal them to pick you up - they don't have to add to the noise pollution with their incessant 'tooting'?

Why is it more fun to get lost in a strange city than to get lost in the city where you live?

Why the more television channels you have available, the less there is that's worth watching?