I said to my friend that I felt like I was living in an emotional limbo of late. It’s the equilibrium of this new chapter which I’m learning to accept but feeling that unwillingness to dive in and move forward with it.
Sometimes it can feel as if our lives are on a set route, a track of destiny if you will, and it can be hard to see a change in circumstance, without fantasising about unreasonable and unlikely change.
I’m going to be honest and say I’m a bit rusty when it comes to face to face networking. It’s easy to distance yourself from the people behind the screen when it’s a message on social media or a comment on the blog and as much as you try to grow your connections, nothing will make as much of a lasting impression than that of a face to face meeting.
As someone with a history of photography, I can safely say that I never expected to be using my iPhone for my photos but with the current technology available and the great potential at your fingertips, why wouldn’t you at least experiment?
Life wouldn’t be life if there weren’t any ups and downs. No matter how much we plan and save we can never cover all eventualities.
This week I have been learning about the Sombali language, a regional dialect spoken in the Philippines which uses compass directions (North, South, East and West) to orient themselves.
The more I age and the further I delve into the realm of the twenties, the more I realise that this era is meant for reinvention. Consequently, I am a firm believer that reinventing yourself will help you to find yourself.
Maybe you’re one of these people who sleep in, especially on the weekends, and then wonder why the day has slipped away so quickly?
In a world where instant gratification is expected, we seem to have lost our patience.
There are boats here that look like they’ve been moored for years, an aged rugged charm that compliments the calm stillness of the water. The rafts clank and smack together with a sensational sound that reminds me I’m home. Then there is the juxtaposition of life as the gangways creak with footsteps of children carryingContinue reading “Learning To Love: Walking With My Muse”