1. I only wake up after the forth snooze on my alarm.
2. I have perfected my morning dash to fit in with getting up at the 4th snooze.
3. I no longer plan things to do in my lunch hour. I don't have one.
4. I go home from work only when it is locking up time.
5. Putting on make-up is a luxury.
6. I have not spoken to anyone I didn't have to for the last 3 months.
7. My inbox messages ask in a variety of ways if I am still alive.
8. I stopped making a 'to-do' list as I never have time to read them.
9. Basic clothes shopping is an outing.
10. I look like my passport photo.
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
P.U.S.H.
(Disclaimer: Received the following in an email and wanted to share it. This was not written by me. Hope you feel inspired)
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and G-d appeared. Hashem told the man He had work for him to do and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. G-d explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might.
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan), decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: "You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort, and that will be good enough. That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the L-rd.
"Hashem" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?" Hashem responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. Is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock."
At times, when we hear a word from G-d, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what G-d wants is just a simple obedience and faith in Him. By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still Hasehm who moves mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong...just P.U.S.H.!
When the job gets you down... just P.U.S.H.!
When people don't react the way you think they should... just P.U.S.H.
When your money is "gone" and the bills are due... just P.U.S.H!
When people just don't understand you... just P.U.S.H.
P= Pray
U= Until
S= Something
H= Happens
A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and G-d appeared. Hashem told the man He had work for him to do and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. G-d explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. So, this the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all of his might.
Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Since the man was showing discouragement, the Adversary (Satan), decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the weary mind: "You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't moved." Thus, he gave the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man. Satan said, "Why kill yourself over this? Just put in your time, giving just the minimum effort, and that will be good enough. That's what the weary man planned to do, but decided to make it a matter of prayer and to take his troubled thoughts to the L-rd.
"Hashem" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?" Hashem responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve Me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all of your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to Me with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. Is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown; your hands are callused from constant pressure, your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much, and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. True, you haven't moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. That you have done. Now I, my friend, will move the rock."
At times, when we hear a word from G-d, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what G-d wants is just a simple obedience and faith in Him. By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still Hasehm who moves mountains.
When everything seems to go wrong...just P.U.S.H.!
When the job gets you down... just P.U.S.H.!
When people don't react the way you think they should... just P.U.S.H.
When your money is "gone" and the bills are due... just P.U.S.H!
When people just don't understand you... just P.U.S.H.
P= Pray
U= Until
S= Something
H= Happens
Thursday, 11 December 2008
The middle path?
No two lives are the same
No two situations can be duplicated
No two reactions are identical
Whilst journeying on the road signposted 'life' we all go over bumps in the road. Majority of the time our 'suspension' is such that we barely feel it and are are to take it within our stride. Other times it is less subtle and a slight adjustment or alteration is required prior to moving on. But what happens when the bump is no longer a bump rather an impassable boulder, one where there needs to be a total re-wiring. At this point the best option would seem to be to open a manual and learn a new way. Well...
I cant go under it...
I cant go around it...
I cant go through it...
.... I have to go over it!
No two situations can be duplicated
No two reactions are identical
Whilst journeying on the road signposted 'life' we all go over bumps in the road. Majority of the time our 'suspension' is such that we barely feel it and are are to take it within our stride. Other times it is less subtle and a slight adjustment or alteration is required prior to moving on. But what happens when the bump is no longer a bump rather an impassable boulder, one where there needs to be a total re-wiring. At this point the best option would seem to be to open a manual and learn a new way. Well...
I cant go under it...
I cant go around it...
I cant go through it...
.... I have to go over it!
And so i learnt to fly!
...
...
A few years down the line and I'm flying quite happily till now....now I need those driving skills again but I have basically forgotten them.
So how does one find that elusive middle path?
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Farewell...
Waking up is never a strong point with me, well actually it isn’t so much the waking up as the getting out of bed. With eyes still half closed I fumble my way to the bathroom. As always, while washing my hands I am faced with that mirror. I have yet to be convinced that it does not contain magnification properties although the product details which accompanied it as well as other family members have repeatedly reassured me otherwise.
At this point any vestige of sleep has drifted away and I am left confronting a face that is looking less like my own every day. What has changed? What is different? My skin is still unlined but it’s not the same. It’s not young, it’s not old…its nothing…its lost in the middle of time which to me has become the focus of everything. So now I eulogize and mourn my past faces. Farewell to the soft rosy velvet of babyhood … the youthfulness disguised under dirt smears of childhood … the polka-dots of my teenage years and the fake maturity of my early twenties. Good bye dear faces….I will miss you.
BUT ... I have a new face and its growing on me more every day :)
At this point any vestige of sleep has drifted away and I am left confronting a face that is looking less like my own every day. What has changed? What is different? My skin is still unlined but it’s not the same. It’s not young, it’s not old…its nothing…its lost in the middle of time which to me has become the focus of everything. So now I eulogize and mourn my past faces. Farewell to the soft rosy velvet of babyhood … the youthfulness disguised under dirt smears of childhood … the polka-dots of my teenage years and the fake maturity of my early twenties. Good bye dear faces….I will miss you.
BUT ... I have a new face and its growing on me more every day :)
Monday, 1 December 2008
Thoughts...
Grey skies...atmosphere of gloom
Hurried people...tuts of annoyance
Penetrating rain...chilling bones
Puddles sprouting...muddy shoes
Clouds cracking...peeping rays
Kissing droplets...creating diamonds
Colorful rainbows....sighs of relief.
Hurried people...tuts of annoyance
Penetrating rain...chilling bones
Puddles sprouting...muddy shoes
Clouds cracking...peeping rays
Kissing droplets...creating diamonds
Colorful rainbows....sighs of relief.
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