That’s a condition of life, isn’t it? It is in mine. Work, love, creativity, taste… pretty much anything we engage in is subject to it… ever shifting. We can find ourselves slammed with work over a period of time. Then… nothing. Opportunities lie in both periods… if we choose to find them. It has been true in my own life… especially in the vocation I chose. I used to think it was a bad thing… …
Sometimes it’s bumpy. Sometimes treacherous. Sometimes boring. Sometimes pee in your pants exciting. This journey through life is all that and more. I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed it… so far. Even the not so pleasant times have been appreciated. (OK, perhaps not at the exact time it’s happening but usually eventually.) It’s all part of the package. Without the bumps the smooth would be less appreciated… and frankly a little boring. If I were …
Just for the record I live mostly in the former. I guess the fact that I’m Mr. Frugal speaks to that. Though I have been known to occupy the latter on the odd occasion. So, what dictates the choice to go one way or the other? Circumstance mostly. (You can read that as budget if you so desire.) It is a decision I arrived upon when I chose my vocation in the arts. The “only when …
It’s the reason I haven’t blogged the last couple of days. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Seriously though… I’m not one of those “I hate Mondays” folk. Perhaps because in my line of work there are no set days… so, hating Mondays would be sort of silly. Plus, I tend to look at difficulty as a challenge… and overcoming it as a small achievement. If it is something I’ve learned on this …
A second chance, a do-over… just doesn’t cut it in this case. Not when it is about forward motion. So, reboot it will be for the purposes of this posting. This is what I am presently going through. It is not just the opportunity to “get to even” but to also move on plans that I’ve been concocting for the last few years. Especially on the creative and professional front. This is an opportunity granted …
It’s a phrase that I’ve heard all my life. I’m sure you have too. With me, the perceived physical limitation I bear played a big part in that phrase being flung in my direction more often than I care to recall. Most times, the words don’t even have to slide out of someone’s mouth… it’s a look that betrays perception. I can recognize it within a blink of an eye. I’m used to it… but …
In Malaysia it is a cultural tradition during feast days. In the home I grew up in it was a way of life. Friends were always welcome to drop-in. It’s a culture that never left even when we moved here. I was remarking to a friend just the other day that my friends have always had an attachment to our home. Perhaps it is because of the food and hospitality they have always found here. I’d …
I used to watch them spin their alchemy in the kitchen as a child. Ah Lan, Vahli, Mum, Aunty Ruth & Granny were probably the most pivotal women in my young life… at least where the culinary arts were concerned. My earliest perch was outside…. like a peeping tom I watched their figures spinning their magic through the open door of the kitchen. Sometimes their actions mysterious as they disappeared from sight. Then they would …
… finally clean my room. Though this week I’m counting those windows of opportunity when we are freed up to do anything… unshackled by the “have-to chains” as it were. As some of you know I recently completed a slew of editing gigs… after which I dove into fixing a zone of sprinklers that had been needing attention for quite a while. (Some might argue… for far too long.) Those accomplishments are now behind me. …
