Deep work, excuses and a disordered- mind.

I have already broken my streak. I had promised myself I will get back to it. At least for the few days that the working- world doesn't dictate my time. But our time isn't ever really our time, is it? I am talking about my 30- day- squat challenge that I voiced on here, and...

Finding roots again

Hey! It's been a while. And things things look quite different around here no? Well, it's been an impulsive revamp. I have been in a bit of a funk lately, feeling a bit out of control and unmoored; thus the impetuous changes in other, trivial aspects my life (hair, blog, screensaver, laundry detergent, tea bag,...

Mommy Calls

It has been a long night. Most nights are this way now. But thankfully (or not) dawn has arrived and I sit here with a cuppa while The Little Man sleeps on his papa. I think back to my days as a rotating resident in general surgery. The night shifts. Doesn't matter which part of...

Holidays

When I first started this blog, about three years ago, I never did have to think so much. I mean, I pretty much penned (rather typed) my thoughts on here, as and when they poured forth. As days became more rushed, the posts became forced. Now, we have reached a point where I sit in...

Weekend tittle tattle.

How are you folks? I'm in a bit of a chatty mood. Most days, when I'm at home I'm passed out cold somewhere. On the couch with the laptop dangling over the edge, or with my face squished into the pages of a poor book. In the guest bedroom, with half- folded laundry. On the...

Dearest Zoe.

Today has been a hard day. I fought valiantly. I gave it my all. I warred with all my might. My might obviously isn't mighty enough. You won every fight. Hands down. No arguments there. I lost and there is no shame in it. I lost miserably, but I lost to you - my dearest....

Running away from errands.

Running errands. It's amazing how often we mention the phrase. Every time a friend calls, if I'm not at work I tell them I'm either doing chores at home or "running errands" outside. Coming from a simple, salaried household- as a child I never saw my parents "just chilling". Ever. Hard work was valued above...

Being a crappy mum.

I honestly despise the organic, organised- playdate obsessed, daily-trips-to- the- park, let's bake teddy cupcakes to nursery, TYPE- A mums that are constantly posting holier- than- thou updates on Facebook and asking really stupid sounding (at least stupid sounding to more 'go-with-the-flow' mummies like me) questions on the half a billion or so "mommy forums"...

The time of our lives.

I had an epiphany this afternoon. It wasn't a particularly extraordinary afternoon; it was in fact one of those mundane, lowly ones. I was driving home after a gruelling  8 hour ER shift and the traffic was uncommonly horrendous. I had to wait full hog at every one of the nine, painfully long traffic signals...

Of life, love and laughter.

It is all about the little things. Things that shouldn't matter but do. A handsome, older gentleman smiles at the rearview and thanks you profusely for letting him pass in maddening traffic when everyone else just pushed through. It doesn't matter, but you suddenly believe that the embers of decency and chivalry are yet to completely...