Following on from last weeks blog, I’ve had a sit down to think about what it is I want. For ages, I have wanted a job working from home so I could spend quality time with my girls. I have two jobs working from home but I feel like I’m spending all my time working and then not actually spending any quality time with the girls. I have been feeling like I don’t have the time to pause and think. I do like the work I do but just need more time to do it.
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There’s a lot happening at the moment and I don’t know exactly what it is that I want. I think I would like a permanent job but even that doesn’t guarantee a lifetime of work and stability. I think I want my eldest daughter to go to a regular school and then you hear of horror stories and so I change my mind and I want her to stay at the private school which we can’t really afford.
There’s so many online businesses and courses going around that I want to do but I’m not sure why and what’s the point. For now I’m going to stick to my accounting, blogging and yoga and looking after my girls. Cooking, beauty, crafts, reiki etc. can wait. The online money making schemes which seem to take your money first without even guaranteeing you’ll get any money back in return seems to good to be true. Then there’s the ultimate blog which keeps telling you to slow down and enjoy life. How can you fit everything in and still be happy, healthy and rich? I guess ultimately, that is what everyone wants, to be happy, healthy and rich.
I’m not 100% sure if nicheing is even a word but that is what I think I should be doing. I’ve been reading lots of posts and articles about how you should have a niche and then focus all your writing, work, if you have anything to sell on that. There’s also lots of lists about the things you could niche or sell online. So I’ve been thinking about what I could niche about in my blog and here’s my list:
there in the cold.
He stands there guarding
the house, come snow
or hail. He stands there
with only his hat
keep him warm.
He stands there
facing the gale force
wind that blows his hat off.
He stands there in the freezing cold.
He stands there wondering what it must
be like to be warm. He stands there facing
an orange glowing window. He stands there
watching the kids play in the cosy room. He
stands there in the bitter cold. Awaiting his
imminent but cruel death. He stands there
until the sun comes out and gives him the
warmth he so craves. He stands there now
only half his size as the rain washes away his black beady eyes.
My grandmother’s cooking is definitely the best
It’s tasty and flavoursome with out being too spicy.
My mother in laws cooking is good too but not quite the same
It’s very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.
I wish I could cook like my grandmother
I learnt from my grandmother so it should be the same
But it comes out a bit different.
The spices are a little raw and not cooked at the right heat and the chapattis are flat
The unami is missing, that magic touch.
My aunts cooking is good and almost like my grandmother’s
With a modern twist which should be so good
But it’s still not quite the same.
An Ode to Holidays
How I love the sun always being switched on
The soft white sand melting into my feet and fingers
The complete stillness of the perfect paradise
How I love the crystal clear waters covering my feet, calf then knees
The exotic multi-coloured fish swimming too close to your toes
And the legs getting used to the cool water from the hot sun
How I love eating out and sleeping in
No cooking, no cleaning, and no guilt
No deadlines, no housework, no lists.
Massages at will and all-inclusive cocktails on the beach
No kids, no stress, no worries,
How I long for those carefree holidays!
I always act like I’m a single mum. I’m always thinking about what if my husband wasn’t around and for some reason I had no family how would I look after the kids by myself. Continue reading “Private school dilemma”
The muscles that keep me up, has a struggle,
Being a mum of two, requires me to juggle,
Between looking after them, working, cooking and cleaning
Staying up till two will surely catch up, meaning
Exercise to strengthen my core, is a complete muddle.
The colour of my skin is the tale of this spin. Black or white, brown or yellow it doesn’t really matter until it becomes patchy. I like the colour of my skin, it is what it is but it isn’t anymore. It’s brown that’s all, nothing to shout about or go to town. But now, after so long of being brown, a bit of white came into sight. I’m not vain you know and I’m not in pain, so the colour of my skin shouldn’t cause a din. But my skin is changing, it’s not what it was. It’s aging, its wrinkling, the spores are open more. An odd age spot here and there, a mark that shouldn’t be there. A mark I try to hide with my hair. There’s only one for now. There maybe more later, that can’t be covered with hair. Or maybe even this one will go.
A poem about my daughters.
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go