I’ve talked about my issues with both body image and social media before. But I haven’t talked about the link between those two things – probably because I’m still coming to terms with that particular aspect of social media and the effect it has on me, and also because I am a bit ashamed of having taken part in such a superficial and frankly narcissist habit.
“I am never going to look back on my life, or on my year, and think, I wish that I had spent more time online.” Genevieve Sadleir
I have no idea who Genevieve is (if you do know, please leave a comment), but she’s obviously a very smart and insightful woman, and I think she’s got it quite right.
Since writing this post on virtual clutter, I’ve gone further and deleted my Twitter account entirely. It was way too time-consuming, and I disliked both the content (or most of it, between echo chambers and shouting matches there were a few interesting exchanges) and how it made me feel and behave. I felt increasingly sarcastic and bitter, and my optimism and faith in humanity were dwindling. I decided to quit after two weeks of reflection.
My father has always made tangerine candles around Christmas time. He learned how to make them from his own father, simply with sunflower oil (a cheap and common oil here in France) and tangerine peels.
There was something magical about them for me as a child. The way my father carefully carved the tangerine. The way its tiny flame would glow through the fine peel, casting orange tinted light on our the dinner table. The way it smelled, sweet and tart. Now I make them too, and my children love them just as I do.
It takes some work to get them right…
As some of you know, I write. Lately I’ve written quite a lot of poetry, and decided to publish it – terrifying it might be, but sometimes you need to get out of your comfort zone to live fully!
In Cold Blue Light is now available on Amazon! I will give €1 to the Surf Rider Foundation for each ebook sold (full disclosure, it’s 50% of what Amazon will pay me, before taxes)!
If you get it, I would love to know what you thought of it, good and bad! Thanks!!
I’ve also added a Buy Me a Coffee button in the footnote of my blog… any support is welcome to help me create better content & write more!
I’m a morning person. I’ve never slept late, even in my teens, and have trouble staying up very late (that part doesn’t get easier with age & children, let me tell you). So rising early isn’t an issue for me at all.
Which didn’t prevent me from having hectic mornings, especially as a mom who’s alone on mornings 75% of the time. I’ve never been really late at work, but I’ve often come in irritated and flustered by that damn morning rush. I considered rising earlier, but it didn’t change much. I hadn’t time for anything, I was snapping at my kids to get them to hurry, and I was super frustrated with my inability to be more effective.
Until I found out what the secret was, and since I’m feeling super generous, I’m going to share it with you.
An interesting take on smartphones and the way we use – or abuse – them.
(A re-post from February 2016. It is from my old blog and still relevant.)
It’s not really that much fun experiencing a slight panic as your modern smartphone warns you about the pending dead battery status as you scramble to get that charger to a power point, but it’s the price we pay, isn’t it? I’ll admit, I enjoy having a phone, camera, GPS, games console and mini computer available in my pocket and in that regard life is simpler with just one device, but it’s also more complicated and offers a single point of failure. Which is why I’m starting to like feature phones more and more.
First and most obvious is the
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The ocean eats the land
(Flat screens and cars)
Where will they go now?
Nothing more to fish
(Coffee cups and sushi)
Nothing to make a living
No rain, and no hope
(Golf greens and beef)
The Earth so dry it cracks
Heatwaves like hellfire
(AC till you freeze)
Or floods like Noah’s
Rivers with deadly foam
(so many cool sneakers)
Amidst fields of cotton
‘It’s now’, they say, ‘it’s now!
Why do we pay for your sins?’
But… oh, wait, it’s Black Friday!
On Sunday morning, I gave my daughters a €5 bill, left them at the merry-go-round in front of the farmers’ market, and went to buy my veggies, fruit and cheeses as usual, dragging my blue trolley behind me (with the obligatory freshly baked baguette strapped on top of it, because, hello, French person here).
They came back not even 10 minutes later, proud as peacocks, and got to keep the €1 coin that was left. Everything was peachy.
There’s a quiet kind of joy
That sweeps us off our feet
A ticking clock that soothes
The anxiety in our minds
There’s strength and warmth
But more embers than fire
Ours is such an easy dance
Amazing grace and loving hands
Count your blessings, they say,
And we have got more than enough
Count your blessings, we smile,
For there might be only today
There’s a quiet kind of love
That only whispers to our ears
The clock still ticks the time away
And soon enough we will be grey
There will be tears and hurricanes
So many lines around our eyes
But our love will smell the same
Like peppermint and chocolate