Prov 31 v 29

Have I told you that I am a notebook junkie? I love buying pretty little notepads and fancy diaries. Well look what I unearthed from one of my notebooks. A poem I wrote about 10 years ago. Interestingly enough, then I was reminiscing about my childhood. Now that its ten years old maybe I should write something about those not so adult years of my life, my twenties. Anyway back to today’s business this is a poem about the stuff I did growing up. I am not so sure if I still think those were the simple lovely wonderful years that I make them out to be in the poem, but they were fun and make me the person I am today. In a way I guess.  How many of you played with mud (real mud), cooked, baked and entertained visitor in make do homes serving mud cakes etc. Did you make your own dolls from rags and cars from soft wire? I wonder sometimes if my son will have as much fun as I did while growing up. I remember climbing trees (and yes I am and was a girl back then), pushing old tyres and ...

Spring is here! So glad the cold winter season is officially over. I wonder what everyone got up to this weekend. I had a superb Saturday, we organised a surprise baby welcome for one of my girlfriends. The plan was perfect and she was one pleasantly surprised momma! Sunday was picnic day with my little big family. Fun! Fun! Weekend did Monday have to come? Well it did and it’s back to serious work for this lady.  I have been frustrated a lot lately by my lack of progress in my academic work. This was caused mostly by challenges in writing, so I went for a writing retreat. The four nights away from home were a great eye opener. I was waking up each morning with nothing else on my mind except just to write and was pleasantly surprised by the progress I made. So I realised that I needed a lot more time to be able to write well academically.  Before the retreat I had been frustrated because I found it so easy to write for my blog and not my academic work. At a certain point I...