Ah yes, another birthday. I feel like there’s always so much pressure on this day of birth – must have an over the top extravagant celebration never to be forgotten. Luckily, as I’ve aged….only in number not by feel, this pressure has evaporated. Funny, as you start to care less about the celebration, you really end up enjoying the day that much more.
Those who know me, know I’m addicted to reality TV. It’s an illness, I know. Survivor, Amazing Race, Big Brother, Dancing with the Stars….love them all. I’m less so addicted to regular TV aside from the news. Until recently that is. Continue reading
I keep getting asked how married life is whenever I see someone I haven’t seen in a couple of months (which is immediately followed by, “when are you having kids?”) and my answer is always the same, “It’s great, thanks!” (which is followed by, “Not sure, but I’ll send out a google alert when it happens.”). This question(s) is always asked by a fellow married person – it’s as if they’re trying to live vicariously through me by the way they ask. I mean, what do they want to hear, that we’re Bonnie & Clyde-ing it across the city? That sounds exciting. On the other hand, unmarried people never ask, probably because they don’t really care how my cohabitation with my significant other is going. Why would they? Thank you unmarried friends, thank you.
Well, it’s not really my life in the spotlight per se, but rather next to it. In fact, sometimes I feel like I should’ve named this blog, “My life as a PR wife”. As I’ve quickly learned, the life of a PR person never stops, or sleeps, or eats, drinks, drives without distraction. PR professionals are never without their phones, you know, in case of emergency…..or so I’m told.
I remember growing up, my parents had scheduled days for things that needed to get done. Saturday for example, was enforced child labour cleaning day around the house and grocery shopping day. Ah, grocery shopping day….the day we got to walk around Highland Farms and drool over all the different meals we wanted to eat that week. Being a hard working mom running her own business at a young age and working long hours, my mom used to cook multiple meals on Sunday to take us through the week. What a great idea! Spend one day in the kitchen and get it over with.
Yesterday was cleaning day in our home. Not just any kind of cleaning day, the kind where you empty closets, move the stove, empty the fridge, wash 5 loads of laundry…..you know, basically make an even bigger mess in your home forcing you to clean that much more. You’d think it’s a horrible way to spend a Saturday, but somehow purging our home of excess crap is liberating….especially when you live in 600 sq ft.
Balance shmalance is right! Wine is the cure-all. At least in my books. Now before you go get all disapproval on me, I’m not condoning alcoholism or anything, but nothing helps make a stressful day dissolve into the past like a nice glass of red.
The hubs and I have this thing about buying “weekday wines”. What is this you ask? Well, “weekday wines” are wines that are under $15.00. I mean who wants to open an expensive bottle of wine on a Monday?! Or Tuesday? Or Wednesday? You get the point. Actually, we try to out do one another by seeing who can find a better wine for the lowest price. You’d be surprised the amazing wines you can find at the $10.00 mark. We’re not alcoholics or anything, I prefer “wino-es”.
Judge if you like, but as I take a break from balance seeking, I’ll enjoy my glass of red.
My post yesterday on The Art of Balance left me feeling empowered and energized to seek out this necessary state in my life. This morning one text took all that away, “Hi Maya, I’m not feeling well, won’t be in today.” Maybe not a big deal at some offices, but in mine, this means I need to cancel any meetings I had and scrap and plans for getting projects done to jump in and play office manager. Ugghhhh, great! Continue reading
Balance. Ah yes, that sweet state of equilibrium. I sometimes feel as though this cute, adorable state hides behind corners, in dark alleys, avoiding me at all costs. But wait, am I really seeking balance daily or am I just surrendering to the rate race that is life?
After putting some thought towards this question, I realize that I’m always rushing. Rushing to get to work, rushing to make sure every ball I’m juggling at work is flowing through the air swiftly, rushing to get home from work, rushing to make dinner, rushing to clean up after dinner, rushing, rushing, rushing. So when is my downtime? When is my time to do something I enjoy to do? Oh right, it’s waiting for me to make the time to do these things. Duh.
As a newlywed, you think that there’s no one else more in love then you and your significant other. That no couple’s love could compare to the passion that you feel for one another. That older couples don’t have a passionate love story keeping them together, that it’s merely a state of routine. Continue reading