THE DIARY OF A HOUSEWIFE

For years my mind would edit without a break - books I was reading, emails, articles and posts I wanted to learn from, advertisements, my writing, captions, memes - I couldn't help myself. It was only when my publisher boss mentioned the fact that I realised I was obsessed. 😥 I had just pointed out an error in the caption on the T-shirt he was wearing on Casual Saturday. 😁 I may have what I once read somewhere about - Obsessive Compulsive Editing Disorder. That means I end up spending weeks on a book - editing, rewriting, checking my edits, reading, re-checking - I can't stop. Do I want to pull my hair out or bash my head on the keyboard of my computer when I am doing that - I do. But I continue, coming back to my work with new vigour after each frustrated round of edit. What my clients don't know is that when I offer them 2 edits they practically get 4 to 5 rounds of edits. Is it the pursuit of perfection? Is it obsession? Is it the obsessive need to give each project my...

  Ghosted! No no...my house is not haunted nor have I been possessed by a ghost.   Ghosting in our fast-paced technology savvy world means 'to disappear without communication'  - vanishing into thin air after being in constant touch. Another pandemic that's been giving me goosebumps. Clients can ghost you, prospective employers can ghost you, employees are good at it, your best friends can do it & so can your partners - no warning signs, no goodbyes - just a disappearing act that can rob you of your peace of mind & self-esteem. Alhough the term is new the act per se is not. People outgrow friendships and detach. Unhappy employees never return to work. Clients don't respond to your emails or texts and block you. Partners can walk out and just fade away. For most, especially where work relationships are concerned not responding to any kind of communication you may have initiated is easier and quicker. Professional Ghosting is on the rise. No explanations, no jus...

We are a diverse people, woven as a country into a tapestry of a rich culture with varied traditions, languages & values. That's what defines us, that's what makes us who we are - a nation, a society, a family & individuals. If you think our society is a mind-boggling complex group of people; as individuals we are no different. As humans we are a diverse, complicated mix too. Just as a country is a mix of its people, values, culture, beliefs... ...Humans too are a mix of their thoughts, feelings, emotions, values. We are heroes & villains - sometimes mature - sometimes childish - all rolled into one. And however conflicting our inner workings are - each one of us - each different part of us functions together to form a working whole contributing to the world - good, bad & somewhere in between. With all the strife, restlessness, rage & violence inside & outside us humans have survived centuries, achieving amazing things that can only be described as a fan...

I played I laughed I cried with you I dreamt silly dreams with you Time flew making happy memories With joy and passion inside Life was wondrous and miraculous With you by my side I was told to grow up soon I was told I laughed too much and too loud I was told I talked too much and too loud I was told to be mature and pipe down So I disconnected from you I distanced myself from you I stopped laughing with you I stopped playing with you I bid goodbye to you Travelled far far away from you I abandoned you I left you all alone Hurt you retreated Wounded you hid within Frightened you tucked yourself away Unwanted, unloved, shackled you withered away Underneath my many layers Of fears and despair Of tears and heartbreak You watch and wait quietly in hope In my darkest time you reach out There you are a familiar face I extend my arms to you I say Hello to the girl I once was Your throw your arms around me You wipe my tears You wash off the gathered dust You plead with me to laugh and play It...

  Fake it till you make it! What does that really mean?  An inducement to portray a false image? Or encouragement to project confidence? When prospective clients contact me I tell them from the very start, who I am, what I do, what I can do as an editor & publisher & what I can't & am unwilling to do for them. I don't like to project myself bigger & better than I am & I don't give them exaggerated promises which I may find tough to keep. I refuse to fake it even though I have been told I will never make it if I don't. Even to my friends "I am who I am" - I don't like to pretend, I show what I am all about - you get what you see.  What does masking my feelings and abilities say about me? Isn't it dishonesty to hide your true self from the world? "Faking it" will result in more harm than good and can land you in a deep pool of slush you can never get out of.   At work admitting I don’t have the credentials or experience need...

The heart wrenching images and videos of families losing their loved ones have been splashed around the media the last few weeks. The corona virus has entered our lives once again, deadlier and meaner than last time gripping us in its deadly clutches - it's goal - only one - cross off as many people as it can on it's list. But what I have failed to understand is why its war cries are falling on deaf ears. Fed up and frustrated with the jail sentence everyone had patiently endured last year, they have broken the chains or should I say smashed their way through the bars of their lock-ups to roam free like a wild animal. Why do I call them wild animals? Because most of us are behaving like untamed creatures who were captured, forced to live under a lockdown and when let loose are now running amok without a care in the world. I saw a video of 40 people caught by the police in a closed store shopping for clothes for a festival. When the police raided the shuttered store, the 40 or s...