Friday, 29 May 2009
Friday, 8 May 2009
El Río Pasa
(Ancient Otomí poem)
The river flows and flows
and never ceases.
The wind blows and blows
and never ceases.
Life passes on, never to return.
I love poetry and I keep a notebook with a selection of my favourites, reading through it I came across this beautiful poem. This coupled with watching The Bucket List has really got me thinking.
I am very happy with most aspects of my life and although there are many things that make me think 'I want to do that', but only a few that I really feel the need to do.
So here is my list:
- Take part in The Playtex Moonwalk
- Go on safari
- Work in a school/orphanage in Africa
- Get a tattoo
- See my children happy in adulthood
- Help someone to achieve their dream
- Take my children to Florida to see Disney and the Epcot Centre
When I started my list it was as long as my arm. I read it through and tweaked it and then sat and thought about it properly. Were the things on my list really what I needed to do? I redid my list with the things that I needed to do and got down to these 7 points. This list has some promises to others (I promised Matthew I would take our children to Florida one day and I promised Alan I would do the Moonwalk with him) but really it is a list of things that I can honestly say that I will be sad not to have done by the end of my life.
What would your 'to do' list be?
Thursday, 7 May 2009
To me, I am tall and overweight (still need to lose the pregnancy weight). My hair is a mop as I am growing it and it is at the inbetween/no real style stage and the roots need doing, and the bags under my eyes are now a permanent fixture as my youngest has an aversion to sleeping more than 3 hours at a time. I don't wear my clothes, they wear me at the moment. I am concious of where they are too tight/too baggy and of the marks of motherhood on them, fingerprints, food stains, snot, baby sick...you know what I mean.
This week 3 people have commented on how well I am looking, 2 people have mentioned how good my hair looks and 2 people have commented on how much weight I have lost. This boosts my ego, but leaves me confused. My scales still tell me I need to lose 1 1/2 stone, my mirror shows me where my clothes don't fit and how tiredness has crept over my features.
I am in a good place at the moment, helped by a delivery of new clothes that actually fit me. Today I am wearing a new outfit, and I have taken on board what others have said. I have actually made an effort to be more yummy and less slummy mummy today and have put a small amount of make up and I feel good.
Today the mirror is telling me that I don't scrub up too badly for a 36 year old mum of 4.
Pointless blog really, but there you go ... :o)