Hearing loss and living life
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It has been a month, the month of June 2021. We had a beautiful holiday in Magoebaskloof. We did not see another soul and still came back after a week of fresh air and hiking to be tested positive for COVID. So be warned that this is not a perfectly planned and edited post, it may come off as a bit of a rant. So look at me being kind and inserting the ” read more” option here.
Continue reading “Neglect”
We live in an age of social media, where it seems, that some individuals are offended all the time… constantly, sometimes even not personally but on behalf of someone else. And it is exhausting!
Continue reading “Should I walk on eggshells or should I speak my truth?”
This morning, one of my beautiful friends shared a post on Facebook that caught my eye. You can read the whole post here, but, in essence, it encourages us all to acknowledge the fact that sometimes, we are trying to do too much. And we do not give ourselves and others credit for just… surviving.
The small hours found me awake this morning because my Labrador had insisted on going outside. Coming back to bed my brain was responsible for not being able to go back to sleep. I thought about all the little things that are currently challenging me. And one of these are that I feel that I am not doing enough. So my question is: why do we always want to do more? Is it comparison? The whole social media dilemma where we compare our own situations with the little glimpses we see of other’s lives.
Continue reading “The little things are important too”
If you know me, or you have been following these somewhat random notes of mine, you will know that these come from the mind of an overwhelmed overthinker.
The last two weeks have presented various hurdles, of which I will not go into detail now. Let us just say that having a routine checkup on Tuesday could land you in hospital on Thursday in the midst of work and parent chaos. Also, bad things don’t always just happen in threes… It could be multiples of three. Anywhoo, so I have not had my head attached correctly for a while and thus just doing some chaotic form of crisis management. So my excuse is that I did not have time, while the truth is probably that I was in a funk and did not feel like it.
Silence and stepping away from something do however always bring some time for reflection, self-doubt and avoidance – an ongoing spiral of the overthinker.
This afternoon I finally sat down and did a debrief. The purpose was to just get everything out of my mind and onto paper. Categorise, sort and try again. A lot of the last 12 months have been dedicated to figuring out how to manage my time effectively and juggle various responsibilities. Mostly because I was overwhelmed and this caused anxiety. Many of these little discoveries have been noted on this blog. I started implementing the bullet journal method. Most days this helps me to stay on top of things. On other days, however, things happen that were not on the list.
Continue reading “The value of my debrief”
This week has been … weird, for many reasons and no reason at all. Probably because it has been raining for most of it. Work has also been quite hectic (yes, I know, everyone says that), with way too many little bits of things that fill up your day without having anything to show for it.
On Tuesday I had a phone call from a friend whom I have not spoken to in forever. It was… simple. Uncomplicated. And shame, then the poor guy caught me at the most horrible hour of fed-up-ness. First problematic thing was that the Lilliputians were singing along to a movie that they have been watching on repeat for weeks now. Why do they do that? I cannot remember doing it as a child but then again, that was because you would have had to rewind the tape first… that’s maybe it. And the dogs were being dogs, barking at anything that moved from the safety of the dry living room. Protecting the house without getting wet, you see.
So my rant started, and summarised all the chaos together with all the little things that were annoying me, which then turned towards myself. Comments about weight gain and not getting to everything. I depicted exactly how chaotic mornings have been here, because of my less than sunny disposition before 9 am. So he told me to watch my language. I was surprised. Don’t get me wrong, the guard in front of my mouth is a drunk sailor, but… he’s known me since school, I did not think that that was a problem.
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