Wednesday 30 October 2019

Set your own standards



Do you really believe that you should be married by XX years old, or did someone tell you that? 

Does a lavish wedding form part of your dream, or are you trying to make someone else happy on your big day?

When we set our own standards of living, it means that we take the time to assess our values, our beliefs, our foundations. It also means stepping back and asking “where did I learn this? Does it make sense to me?”

Not everyone wants to be a doctor with four children living in the outskirts of New York. But if that’s you, then work hard towards it.

This is not about being the feel-free-be-free-momma-gonna-pay-for-me.
Being a responsible adult means having developed a sense of what is right and what is wrong. This requires ownership. That means that as an adult, you should have your standards, which may or may not have been shaped by your parent(s). If you are still referring to them for permission to do things in your life for your life, then my dear the bird has not left the nest.
Now don’t quote me wrong: by all means if you believe including your parents in your life is an important value that you hold dearly, then keep them in the loop. What is not responsible is to leave the burden of judgement on your parents’ lap. Buy a house? Ask mummy. Pay for the car? Tell daddy. Dude, you’re an adult. Make a decision. Listen to feedback from knowledgeable persons and reassess your decision.

Setting your own standards does not mean defying your culture or family. What it means is that you are intelligent and mature enough to understand the standards you were raised in, and finding core values that you would like to maintain, and tweek practices that may be time-appropriate. For example: you might have been raised to get water from the well. Now that you live in the city, you no longer get water from the well, but you understand it is important to stay hydrated and keep yourself clean. Are you defying the people who raised you? Are you disrespecting them? No, you understand that there are different ways of getting the same thing done. You still get it done. This is so very important, and often forgotten. You still get it done.

Another example: You were raised with home cooked meals. You, the career-person, struggle to keep your fridge stocked with fresh unwilted produce so you opt for a food delivery service. For as long as you are not sending the bill to your mother (read: paying for it yourself), you are keeping yourself fed, and paying for your way of life. You set that to be an acceptable standard. If you can afford it, by all means, carry on. Don’t let society tell you that you are less of a person just because you don’t cook. And this is really important: Don’t marry a person who makes you feel like less of a person for not cooking. You bring value to the table, that is always important. But what those values are, you determine that.

Being alone is pathetic and lonely. << That is someone else’s definition and interpretation. If you agree with it then so be it, but understand and respect that there are other people who value and enjoy their time alone. Some even thrive in their alone time.

Once you work on determining what your standards are, why you have them, how you will be working towards your ideals, then you will find that you are too busy to judge others’ choices. And because you did such soul searching, you would have walked through the possibilities and that would open your eyes to how other people have made their choices in life. Respect that. They may not match your choices, but you should be able to respect that they have made such choices. The irritating part would be seeing those less enlightened still walking the followers path, and doing things by old standards. They are easy to spot. Leave them be. You set your standards. Perhaps their standards are merely to follow. Leave them be.

Thank you


Thank you for doing the dishes
And the laundry too
Thank you for making dinner
For me and for you
Thank you for holding my hand
Thank you for being there for him
Thank you for all the diaper changes
And late night cuddles
Thank you for the half glasses of water
In the middle of the night
Thank you for the rice in the bowl
Thank you for the clean floor
Thank you for the missing cucumber
That we can’t find anymore
Thank you for always driving
Thank you for lending your ear
Thank you for carrying what’s heavy
Thank you for opening the doors
Thank you for letting me stay
And thank you for letting me go.

Thursday 24 October 2019

New house on the prairie

They arrive, with the movers shortly in tow. The house is empty. Lived-in previously, but empty..of shelves, wardrobes, even the sink isn't there. She looks dismayingly in the distance. Helpless.
"If I unload that box, I can put it in the kitchen. Wait...the kitchen needs to be cleaned before anything can be placed there." -dead end-
"I'll put everything in one room, clean the rest and then only move them to the right places" -double work-

Where do they even start?

Monday 21 October 2019

May the Lord show you His strength.


I want to put a word to it. And I want you to know I’ve put a word to it:
Despicable.
What you’ve done, what you are, what you represent.
Despicable.
Whatever place you had in my life is gone. I have no desire to please you, to be part of your life, for you to be part of my life. With every particle of my being I despise you.
Whilst I know I hold no special place in your life, I still want you to know that I have a word for you:
Despicable.
So I will no longer spare kind words for you, of you, to you.
Because what you represent is what I consider unforgivable.
If I can avoid sharing space with you, I definitely will. If I can avoid thinking of you, I will. If I can avoid hearing of you, I will.
But some things are beyond my control. Some things are not within my compromise.
I hold my head high and stand my ground.
I despise you.
I have no respect for you.
I have no desire to keep you in my life.
Continue how you are; and I am willing to cut away anything and everything so I can distance myself from you. You are not worthy of my time, my presence, my anything.
Good day, sir.

Thursday 17 October 2019

Mute

How do I say this
Where do I begin
It's stuck...those words.
They're in there somewhere.
Stuck.
I have much to say
So much that I say none of it.
Where do I even begin? At the very beginning?
I can't really remember that far back
It's hazy
It's blurred
My memory isn't as good as I would like it, I suppose
My fear is that I have lost those words forever.
So instead I stand my ground silently
Not having the words to what I need to say.

What’s in a day?



What would be a good algorithm?

Let’s start:
  1. 1.       Is the issue recurring?
  2. 2.       What is the issue?
  3. 3.       What is the reason for the issue?
  4. 4.       End result: walk away or try harder.
  5. 5.       Is the conflict internal or external?
  6. 6.       What elements are within/out of your control?
  7. 7.       What prevents you from walking away?
  8. 8.       What prevents you from trying harder?
  9. 9.       What changes will need to take place for the issues to be resolved?
  10. 10.   Are the parties concerned willing to make those changes?
  11. 11.   Is there an underlying issue that needs to be resolved first?
  12. 12.   What is a reasonable timeline to see results?



Wednesday 16 October 2019

For I am not forgiving


What would you want, and what would you be willing to do to get it? You can’t change what’s been done nor the fact that it will keep happening. What you can change is what you do. Yelling, cussing, crying, are all for naught. Pointless, meaningless, worthless. A waste of everyone’s time. But what will you do? What can you do?
Lie and smile that all is well. Lie and put in elbow grease to mask the tears rolling down your cheeks. Maybe there are no more tears.

Friday 11 October 2019

Tales of the ziplock bag



It took seven years since we first heard of her escapades. Back then, we had just had a child, and soon after a second one was underway. It felt like a far-off dream. Finally, with the little ones not so little, and people available to care for them whilst we would be away; it was going to happen. We were going. Remember when we bunked over at my brother’s place? No space to even stretch out our arms. Yet now we live in our great double storey palace with our two beautiful children. Big, strong boys. It was just as devastating to tell them that we were leaving them; temporary as it may have been. How could we make them understand that we needed to do this? That we had put our dreams on hold for them. Seven years, we put our dreams on hold, and raised them with all the love in our hearts. Now, now that they can fall asleep without longing for us. Now that they have school to look forward to, friends to keep them company, now. Now, we get to go.

Thursday 10 October 2019

What troubles our minds


As I sat helplessly hearing his tears, unable to comfort him, unable to take away his pain and suffering; I told myself

“If He says the suffering ends, it will end with just (a figurative) a snap of His fingers”

Why do we insist on raising flowers, when weeds are the ones that grow through hardship, and thrive in the most unlikely situations. I closed my eyes as his cries intensified. Pain, discomfort, fear, enveloped him. I could only hold him close and tell him how much I love him.

As I carry him back to his cot, I whisper in his ear
“If He decides you heal, you will. In just an instance. You’ll be healed. But that, only if He decides so. We can only put in our efforts and prayers.”
To the moon and back, they say. Like no other love. But it is not I that has the power to give health. And death has been written long before I first held you in my arms. If He says it is, then it shall be.



Wednesday 9 October 2019

Return

Maybe it has been a while. But here I am. With years added to my life, with greater stories from amazing experiences. Hear me, see me, and watch yourself grow.