Size Seven Shoes

Once upon a time, I was an Inexperienced Mum, and prior to that, I was an Uncertain Wannabe Mother. And way before that, I was a Curious Bride and a Desperate Single Girl.  All these various hats and personas I've had over the years... all led to who I am now...  And I'm just a regular Wife and Mother now.  Am I happy?  In all honesty, I actually am.  I don't think I mind being normal that much. So long as I'm with the ones I love.  Ah, but I digress somewhat.  I guess I came to say that having lived through those various phases in the past, perhaps I should talk about them to you, my dear Reader, so that should there be a chance at all that you had felt/thought like I had back then, perhaps there may be some comfort to be had in the words I am telling you.  Where would you like to start? At the very beginning or somewhere in between?    

I've never been so grateful for ordinary days as I am right now.  We've just had one too many incidents taking place in our family over the past month or so that a mundane, uneventful day feels like a gift.  Back in the days of our youth, I think many of us would often mutter about things being boring. But maybe something being boring is a good thing. Because there are moments where things are far too exciting than they ought to be and that could potentially be paired with some form of tragedy coming to call.  A friend of mine quoted me a Chinese saying about this: "A life without major celebrations or major tragedies is a blessed one."  Perhaps at a different season of my life I might have not seen the significance of this perspective on life. But I certainly do now.  So thank God for another perfectly normal day.  I'm glad just to have my life filled with them as long as that means I get to have the ones I love close to me and I get to be at peace and enj...

It isn't that there aren't things I want to say. It's just I keep having trouble on how to say them.  And then I procrastinate, and procrastinate some more. So it never gets put down into writing. And the lull on this blog continues to fester.  There's also my indecision on what to do about my Wordpress blog. I do love that blog still, and it holds great sentimental value since it had its beginnings in a birthday gift that was given to me by my husband very early on in our marriage.  Sigh.  But... the ads.  The ads ruin it.  Anyway, back to THIS blog, I still can't figure out when something is significant enough to warrant a blog post honestly.  I do just want to write.  But I want it to NOT be boring or uneventful but my life feels rife with ordinary things.  I've an ex-colleague or two or more who have published books. Who carry out successful freelance careers. Who have admirable hobbies and accolades and every other thing that I don't....

 If only it really existed.  This little bit of hopefulness, playfulness that's just round the bend.  Those things that if you wish for hard enough, would actually come true. Just because it is so.  That in the dreariness of every day living, there could be an escape just waiting for you. With a blink of an eye, a gasp, a twirl, a leap... something would emerge.  Something lovely and fluffy and kind. Comforting and welcoming and enduring.  I could really use a dose of whimsy and magic today. 

Whatever happened to the days when people just wrote about themselves and their lives candidly, without too much concern for how polished it would appear, or how much engagement it would stimulate online?  I know it's unlikely there will ever be a similar season once again, but I do miss the era where blogs reigned supreme. I probably have said this before in past blog posts, but I guess the sentiment never goes away and keeps bubbling back up to the surface.  So I just keep bringing it up.  I recall a time growing up where so many people in my life owned personal blogs and actually made time to frequently update them. It was great being able to have such a huge writing community, so to speak. I mean, they didn't all think of writing in as fond a manner as I do, but nevertheless they wrote.  And words are my kind of romance.  Most of us even had a special corner of our blog where we would showcase a list of all our friend's blogs.  It was a great shortcut t...