This is another book about starting, progressing and excelling in your chosen business.
The chapters are called steps and you have to go through each step in order. In each chapter there are tasks for you to do and at the beginning of each task, there’s a time frame as to how long that particular task should take. Continue reading “The Conquer Kit by Natalie MacNeil”
In the darkness of the night and the early morning,
When monsters lurk just behind the shadow of the door
And spiders threaten to come out and hang,
A restless stirring, shows the nightmare is in full swing,
A woman creeps out of bed to start the day.
A list of things to do running through her head,
Making sure the girls have everything for school is her first priority
But its an endless list making her angry and helpless at the same time.
This is when meditation needs to be done (and ticked off the list).
A multitasking meditation, deep breaths while ironing,
Knowing that the things that she wants to work on will get left behind again.
When did life become so busy? When did lists become so long?
A loud swoosh as a door opens, brings the woman out of contemplation.
There’s a patter of small feet running across the hall searching for a grown up,
And a big relieved hug from two sleepy girls as they find their mummy.
Maybe life will be frustrating for a while but the big hugs are amazing.
One of the best things I like to read about is inspiring stories of people (especially women) who have achieved amazing success against all odds. This book is full of motivational stories like this, starting obviously with:
Annabel Karmel – Cookbooks for healthy food ideas for babies and children at different stages of growing up. This is where I first found out about Annabel Karmel. I was all into cooking healthy nutritious food for my babies. Continue reading “A Mumpreneur Guide by Annabel Karmel”
This book is by Helen McGinn. I love this book and her blog. Continue reading “The Knackered Mother’s Wine Club”
The Pursuit of Happiness and why its making us anxious – By Ruth Whippman
There are lots of things I want to say about this book. Firstly, I have seen lots of things on the internet selling courses on how to better yourself but I had never realised that the pursuit of happiness was such a big industry. Secondly, I had no idea about the happiness work project by the shoe company Zappos or more specifically Tony Hsieh and especially not about the downtown project in Las Vegas. Thirdly, I had no idea Mormons were so ‘happy’ and such a big community in Utah, although, they do seem to be happy by popping anti-depressant pills. I do have the urge to look up all these three things just to understand the logic of it all. To be honest I don’t think I’ve ever thought about happiness. I do think about bettering myself but that’s as far as it goes. Then again maybe its all part of the same thing, this inward thinking about yourself rather than thinking about the community in large or other people in general. Continue reading “The pursuit of Happiness and why it’s making us anxious”
My grandmother’s cooking is definitely the best
It’s tasty and flavoursome with out being too spicy.
My mother in laws cooking is good too but not quite the same
It’s very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.
I wish I could cook like my grandmother
I learnt from my grandmother so it should be the same
But it comes out a bit different.
The spices are a little raw and not cooked at the right heat and the chapattis are flat
The unami is missing, that magic touch.
My aunts cooking is good and almost like my grandmother’s
With a modern twist which should be so good
But it’s still not quite the same.
An Ode to Holidays
How I love the sun always being switched on
The soft white sand melting into my feet and fingers
The complete stillness of the perfect paradise
How I love the crystal clear waters covering my feet, calf then knees
The exotic multi-coloured fish swimming too close to your toes
And the legs getting used to the cool water from the hot sun
How I love eating out and sleeping in
No cooking, no cleaning, and no guilt
No deadlines, no housework, no lists.
Massages at will and all-inclusive cocktails on the beach
No kids, no stress, no worries,
How I long for those carefree holidays!
Imperfect stomach!
The muscles that keep me up, has a struggle,
Being a mum of two, requires me to juggle,
Between looking after them, working, cooking and cleaning
Staying up till two will surely catch up, meaning
Exercise to strengthen my core, is a complete muddle.
Vitiligo
The colour of my skin is the tale of this spin. Black or white, brown or yellow it doesn’t really matter until it becomes patchy. I like the colour of my skin, it is what it is but it isn’t anymore. It’s brown that’s all, nothing to shout about or go to town. But now, after so long of being brown, a bit of white came into sight. I’m not vain you know and I’m not in pain, so the colour of my skin shouldn’t cause a din. But my skin is changing, it’s not what it was. It’s aging, its wrinkling, the spores are open more. An odd age spot here and there, a mark that shouldn’t be there. A mark I try to hide with my hair. There’s only one for now. There maybe more later, that can’t be covered with hair. Or maybe even this one will go.
A poem about my daughters.
Jaia Ramji
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
Rosy cheeks
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma Ramji
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go
An accountant and a Mum 