Give me comraderie, connection, interaction, eXcitement! ! This technical phenomenon is enlightening and fantastic! There's so much of you out there so much to read! Reading, writing, tweaking, posting, pictures, ........life...................back releasing, flowing, thinking, drinking, exploring ? , watching t.v., did I just hear Lou Diamond Philips on Food Network, say he grew up in the Philippines? and he just made coconut milk icecream!?? mmmm Yes I did. I NEVER knew that!
Relaxing, releasing, flowing that's the trick, and now it's Break \ti\me...............until I do it again
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Now I Feel Like Blogging
The Blogging community seems like The Voice, the celebrity coach singing team competition. It's like a blind audition to throw your stuff out there without being judged on what you look like. In this case, it's writing.
Everyone what has different styles which is cool to see, the different layouts, the pictures, the backgrounds, the content, and the list goes on and on, etc. It's so huge, this online community, and we're all plugged into this Matrix! of information, stories, database of ideas, creations, and connection.
It takes time cuz I'm not so young anymore, and these late night tapping out the keys or writing out the clusters to filter out my thoughts is making for more than one zombie day a week! Can't handle it like I used to!
But I still wanna write. And it'll go here, in this non-filtered page! Too bad I couldn't just plug in the connection to my brain, so you'll just have to read it and interpret any way you want to. It's Ok. ;)
Everyone what has different styles which is cool to see, the different layouts, the pictures, the backgrounds, the content, and the list goes on and on, etc. It's so huge, this online community, and we're all plugged into this Matrix! of information, stories, database of ideas, creations, and connection.
It takes time cuz I'm not so young anymore, and these late night tapping out the keys or writing out the clusters to filter out my thoughts is making for more than one zombie day a week! Can't handle it like I used to!
But I still wanna write. And it'll go here, in this non-filtered page! Too bad I couldn't just plug in the connection to my brain, so you'll just have to read it and interpret any way you want to. It's Ok. ;)
Thursday, 13 March 2014
Off to the Race!
My mind races in so many different layers, all connecting (or not) at the same time.
Making sense or too far-fetched.
I can make the connections because I think of so many questions to get the answer.
If not within the boundary, then way too far out there.
The clusters are proof of how my mind works,
Even though I may perceive as calm/quiet on the outside,
on the inside, there is a storm trying to make it's way into the calm.
And when restored, all is well.
If not, then the chaos continues until I make time to acknowledge the thoughts
that have been brewing.
I need you to help filter out the process.
Writing is not for the purpose of being alone,
but for the reason to connect.
This is where my realization lies now.
Making sense or too far-fetched.
I can make the connections because I think of so many questions to get the answer.
If not within the boundary, then way too far out there.
The clusters are proof of how my mind works,
Even though I may perceive as calm/quiet on the outside,
on the inside, there is a storm trying to make it's way into the calm.
And when restored, all is well.
If not, then the chaos continues until I make time to acknowledge the thoughts
that have been brewing.
I need you to help filter out the process.
Writing is not for the purpose of being alone,
but for the reason to connect.
This is where my realization lies now.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Sense of Movement
I feel stagnant
Pissed off, done and done
My cup is full
And I can't take no more!
Life is happening and passing me by
All at the same time
I'm in a good place with my family,
But I'm in a bad place with my work.
My energy belongs to ME,
Not you,
Who sucks it all out of me
For the sake of numbers.
We are people, only human
You are not invincible
You make us miserable
But we,
We are the ones who help
We are the honest truth
The ones who value home life.
Things have to change
I can't stay still any longer
Let the truth be told
And may the grief be over.
Pissed off, done and done
My cup is full
And I can't take no more!
Life is happening and passing me by
All at the same time
I'm in a good place with my family,
But I'm in a bad place with my work.
My energy belongs to ME,
Not you,
Who sucks it all out of me
For the sake of numbers.
We are people, only human
You are not invincible
You make us miserable
But we,
We are the ones who help
We are the honest truth
The ones who value home life.
Things have to change
I can't stay still any longer
Let the truth be told
And may the grief be over.
Saturday, 21 January 2012
What Kind of Mother Am I?
I’m not a Martha Stewart mom
Or a fancy shmancy mom
I’m just that 70’s average mom
The mom who doesn’t mind giving chocolate tidbits for breakfast
And chips and cookies for snacks.
The mom who tries to give that perfectly balanced meal but gives up when her child spits out veggies by default therefore prevents power struggles by feeding her child whatever she’ll happily eat, mom.
The mom who doesn’t oppose to watching cartoons unless it’s her turn to watch
But will make time to get down on the floor to play whatever they want to play, sometimes.
But now the mom who is organized in getting child 1 and 2 out the door.
The mom who’s so proud of an outing gone smooth
But can also let the little things that go wrong consume her, mom.
And will be so tense if you don’t do the same cuz it hurts her heart so bad when hers are not well.
The mom who will scream from the top of her lungs once her cup is full
But will feel so guilty immediately after and then will hold you tight apologizing profusely
The mom who also runs out of patience pretty fast but can quickly switch to understanding mom, sometimes.
The mom who gets overwhelmed when other moms think that they know best for her own children
But in the end the mom who knows what’s best for her children but not afraid to ask for help.
But most days look like just an average mom.
I know I’m that perfect mom when my child randomly puts her arm around me and says, “I wuv you so much”.
Or a fancy shmancy mom
I’m just that 70’s average mom
The mom who doesn’t mind giving chocolate tidbits for breakfast
And chips and cookies for snacks.
The mom who tries to give that perfectly balanced meal but gives up when her child spits out veggies by default therefore prevents power struggles by feeding her child whatever she’ll happily eat, mom.
The mom who teaches her babies to
sleep in so that she’s not so tired to endure the day, mom.
And when they’re not tired will
extend bedtime to avoid the screaming and hassle, mom.The mom who doesn’t oppose to watching cartoons unless it’s her turn to watch
But will make time to get down on the floor to play whatever they want to play, sometimes.
The mom who’s proud to bring the kids
out
But used to get moustache sweats
when bringing out her first childBut now the mom who is organized in getting child 1 and 2 out the door.
The mom who’s so proud of an outing gone smooth
But can also let the little things that go wrong consume her, mom.
The mom who cringes if you’re
unfamiliar and try to touch her kids, paranoid mom.
The mom who will keep her sick
kids away from yoursAnd will be so tense if you don’t do the same cuz it hurts her heart so bad when hers are not well.
I’m the mom who smothers with
kisses and hugs until I’m ignored and that won’t matter cuz I’ll force it.
The mom who will scream if you
don’t listen after the third timeThe mom who will scream from the top of her lungs once her cup is full
But will feel so guilty immediately after and then will hold you tight apologizing profusely
The mom who also runs out of patience pretty fast but can quickly switch to understanding mom, sometimes.
I’m a mom who appreciates every little
development and growth
And feels so accomplished when
milestones are met in their own way and not when everyone else expects The mom who gets overwhelmed when other moms think that they know best for her own children
But in the end the mom who knows what’s best for her children but not afraid to ask for help.
The mom who wants to be a stay at
home mom, as well as smart mom
or a hot
mama and not the frumpy momBut most days look like just an average mom.
But I’m that mom who is confident
as a great nurturer and teacher
The one who trusts her gut that
she’s doing the right thing
And when she’s not will aim to do
the right thing next timeI know I’m that perfect mom when my child randomly puts her arm around me and says, “I wuv you so much”.
Is it Time to Jump Ship Again?
I've done it before and I think I'll do it again...I should do it again...I want to say that I will do it again!
Within the last 15 years, I've managed to leave jobs once 'my cup was full', knowing that I would find something bigger and better; something more enriching to my life. I was a dreamer, and I did follow my dreams until a few years ago.
My first real job after graduating University was assembling instruction manuals from various documentation for electrical components. I quit to become a technical writer then landed a job with a software company. It was all good until 9/11 happened, when I realized that I needed something more because if the world were to end, how would I feel like I've contributed? Definitely not by writing another software manual!
Long story short, jumped ship again to begin another journey. This is where I started journaling to figure out my inner dialogue. There was a pattern; a negative pattern of hating work, the 9-5, the rules, the status quo! This is when I figured out that my work needs to be something that I love and working to help people...not machines! I learned that my passions, interests, and skills have to be integrated for me to be happy and satisfied.
I love language, kids, writing, and teaching but I'm an extreme introvert. What the heck was I supposed to do? I challenged myself to do things out of the box that I would never do, ie. public speaking, writers and editors breakfast meetings, seeking out previous professors. I networked like crazy and it was empowering because it all lead to my current profession as a communicative disorders assistant.
My job is to educate, play, read, draw, glue crafts all day but now I have kids and a family of my own. It was a perfect job helping kids communicate and develop language in a one on one or small group setting. I want to be home with my kids; which is a job on its own. I think it's that time again...I used to love what I do but now I semi-like it. I would feel guilty rounding up the energy to work and play with clients, and then not have any energy or time to play with my own kids when I get home. It's time to jump ship.
I had a plan to work with children to get the experience in a non stressful way, then I wanted to write children's books. And in between I wanted to be a freelance writer. This ship has yet to sail.
Within the last 15 years, I've managed to leave jobs once 'my cup was full', knowing that I would find something bigger and better; something more enriching to my life. I was a dreamer, and I did follow my dreams until a few years ago.
My first real job after graduating University was assembling instruction manuals from various documentation for electrical components. I quit to become a technical writer then landed a job with a software company. It was all good until 9/11 happened, when I realized that I needed something more because if the world were to end, how would I feel like I've contributed? Definitely not by writing another software manual!
Long story short, jumped ship again to begin another journey. This is where I started journaling to figure out my inner dialogue. There was a pattern; a negative pattern of hating work, the 9-5, the rules, the status quo! This is when I figured out that my work needs to be something that I love and working to help people...not machines! I learned that my passions, interests, and skills have to be integrated for me to be happy and satisfied.
I love language, kids, writing, and teaching but I'm an extreme introvert. What the heck was I supposed to do? I challenged myself to do things out of the box that I would never do, ie. public speaking, writers and editors breakfast meetings, seeking out previous professors. I networked like crazy and it was empowering because it all lead to my current profession as a communicative disorders assistant.
My job is to educate, play, read, draw, glue crafts all day but now I have kids and a family of my own. It was a perfect job helping kids communicate and develop language in a one on one or small group setting. I want to be home with my kids; which is a job on its own. I think it's that time again...I used to love what I do but now I semi-like it. I would feel guilty rounding up the energy to work and play with clients, and then not have any energy or time to play with my own kids when I get home. It's time to jump ship.
I had a plan to work with children to get the experience in a non stressful way, then I wanted to write children's books. And in between I wanted to be a freelance writer. This ship has yet to sail.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Jumpin' Jack Splash Makes Waves
Today was the first day of 'school' for my daughter. I call it 'school' but it's really a Parks and Rec program called Jumping Jack Splash for parents and toddlers. I want to prepare her by starting off nice and easy because when junior kindergarten starts next year, she'll think it's all gym time and swim time!
You see, she's really shy, like really really shy. So shy that it's seems like selective mutism because when others focus on her, it seems she gets anxious and shuts down. You won't hear a peep out of her or see any expression on her face unless she is:
This class was perfect for her because there was no pressure to participate therefore she did. The instructor went around to simply encourage the children to play and to get to know them. I liked how it was important for the children to be comfortable in their own skin rather than be told how to use the equipment properly or be forced to follow instructions. It is a perfect ice breaker to experience before the pressures of a structured setting...a.k.a. school.
There were other parents who were busy focusing on their children so she played, laughed, participated well, and was even the leader in Follow the Leader with minimal warm-up or coaxing. This helped her peel at least a half layer of her concrete shell, which is a lot to say about her enthusiasm for this class. If you're a parent or teacher with a child who experiences similar characteristics, or seems shy to extremely shy, I would recommend a program similar to this as it may help build confidence and perhaps alleviate anxiousness towards groups or unfamiliar settings.
With experience working in the speech and language world, I've learned when working with children who are reluctant to communicate, it only makes it worse when you try to elicit their speech. I believe, and my daughter has proved to me, that it is not the speech and language that is the problem but rather the emotional and behavioural aspect of perhaps feeling pressured or embarrassed to speak or to perform in front of people that enables this anxiety in children. I'm going to adopt the principle of this Jumping Jack Splash so that she can feel comfortable around others and continue to peel off the layers of her shell and be her true funny happy active self for the world to know.
All night she told stories about her fun-filled day to her baby brother, or by re-enacting the gymboree with use of kitchen towels and chairs (her imagination was running wild!). Even hubby who tagged team with me throughout the class was impressed and eager to go back. It was a definite time for bonding as a family which I'm cherishing so much. How very priceless as she says, "I wanna go to koowa (school)!", words I never thought I would hear her say!
You see, she's really shy, like really really shy. So shy that it's seems like selective mutism because when others focus on her, it seems she gets anxious and shuts down. You won't hear a peep out of her or see any expression on her face unless she is:
- Really familiar with you
- Not the centre of attention
- Not being talked about
- Not being asked a lot of questions or sometimes any question
- Not feeling pressured
This class was perfect for her because there was no pressure to participate therefore she did. The instructor went around to simply encourage the children to play and to get to know them. I liked how it was important for the children to be comfortable in their own skin rather than be told how to use the equipment properly or be forced to follow instructions. It is a perfect ice breaker to experience before the pressures of a structured setting...a.k.a. school.
There were other parents who were busy focusing on their children so she played, laughed, participated well, and was even the leader in Follow the Leader with minimal warm-up or coaxing. This helped her peel at least a half layer of her concrete shell, which is a lot to say about her enthusiasm for this class. If you're a parent or teacher with a child who experiences similar characteristics, or seems shy to extremely shy, I would recommend a program similar to this as it may help build confidence and perhaps alleviate anxiousness towards groups or unfamiliar settings.
With experience working in the speech and language world, I've learned when working with children who are reluctant to communicate, it only makes it worse when you try to elicit their speech. I believe, and my daughter has proved to me, that it is not the speech and language that is the problem but rather the emotional and behavioural aspect of perhaps feeling pressured or embarrassed to speak or to perform in front of people that enables this anxiety in children. I'm going to adopt the principle of this Jumping Jack Splash so that she can feel comfortable around others and continue to peel off the layers of her shell and be her true funny happy active self for the world to know.
All night she told stories about her fun-filled day to her baby brother, or by re-enacting the gymboree with use of kitchen towels and chairs (her imagination was running wild!). Even hubby who tagged team with me throughout the class was impressed and eager to go back. It was a definite time for bonding as a family which I'm cherishing so much. How very priceless as she says, "I wanna go to koowa (school)!", words I never thought I would hear her say!
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