I simply don't know

A little comforting quote that I came across:

"Those who think they know, don't! But those that acknowledge that they don't know always create space for greater knowing to come about"

Clean slate?

Having lost my authentic self - does it mean I get a clean slate?

Mirror

Do you see yourself through the reflections of others or do you see yourself from within?

Lost soul

Warning: Do not read any further if you don't want your world to be rocked a little.

This morning I woke up feeling sad, alone and terrified - I do not know who I am and what my purpose is. I know the basic facts about me (i.e. my name, lineage, address, date of birth, and so on) but facts only addressed what I am - not who I am. I know my roles - a daughter, a friend, and an employee in the financial industry - but roles explained my functions but not who I am. Constantly haunting me over the past few weeks have been this particular cold, empty, and alone feeling - which I can't quite shake off. The only times I feel somewhat comforted were times spent at the yoga studio, in the company of true friends, and with my parents.

Do you know who you are and what your purposes are? Or am I the only....

Let's hope that it's the full moon that's behind this whole feeling of being lost...

Old-fashion

True to my old-fashion style, I love receiving hand-written notes. Amongst my bills and statements, I was greeted by a lovely hand written note card from Speedy Granny. Speedy Granny is one of the dearist person I am so lucky to know - we call her Speedy Granny because she is very experienced and she drives fast. She is the queen of notecards - she sends them all the time and I love receiving them. I am supposed to visit her at the end of the month when I'm out in Toronto but unfortunately Speedy Granny will not be in town. She sent me a note just to let me know how disappointed that we couldn't have tea together.

In this age of technology whereby txt messages have replaced real phone conversation, and e-mails have replaced hand-written letters, it is so refreshing and sweet to receive a hand-written note.

Ctrl + Z

Don't you sometimes (or a lot of times) wish that Ctrl+Z work in real life? Undo, undo, undo - nope doesn't work.

Split second

A split second, I turn & I see a smile
A split second, I turn & I see a scowl
A split second, I listen & I hear laughter
A split second, I listen & I hear sobs
A split second, I breathe & I feel stinging chills
A split second, I breathe & I feel caressing warmth
A split second, a moment of joy or a moment of sadness
A split second, a moment neither too soon nor too late

Bubble bath?

I saw a notice in the elevator of my building today advising against the use of bubble bath products in the hot tub and pool. Hmm....I wonder what kind of people do live in my building? (Why wasn't I invited to the giant bubble bath party?)

Short shorts

Gasp!!! Yes, I said short shorts and I am taking back my words on what I had previously said about short shorts. If they are cuffed, they actually look fine. I bought two pair of short shorts today after many years of staying far far away from them. I tried them on and they look cute-ish; so I bought them. Next time you see me, I may be wearing them. Just wear shades so that I don't blind you with my pale legs.

I get sick too :(

A robot I am not but falling apart is never an option. Despite being weakened by a nasty cold, I masked my illness under some make-up and put on my best dress - and brave the scary cruel world alone (but with poise still intact).

I want to colour too!

I want to colour and colour with every colour of crayon in the box too! I'll even colour outside the line - for kicks!
Too bad - there is nothing to colour on :(

PS - Definitely looking forward to the SATC movie.