For once I was able to get up early this morning. Not even Myrtle got to my bedside before my time to arise. She’s good that way, always acting as my alarm clock, if you will, because, truth be told, I am somehow never able to hear the alarm these
It’s hard to believe that I’ve not been out for a decent walk for weeks now. Physically and emotionally, I’m beginning to feel the strain of not doing this. And by a decent walk I do not mean a quick walk downtown to the shops or a walk to my
Many guys and girls are still asking me how it all began. Even as a new writer some years ago, I was not one of those who selfishly guarded his best-kept writing secrets. But I still said very little at the time. This mainly had to do with my own lack of confidence and conscious thoughts about how others responded to my work. On a professional level, this is before I turned to blogging for my daily bread and butter, it did not matter much. I was briefed by my editor, responded productively in kind, turned my copy in on time, received no further editorial feedback from my editor and simply saw perchance my published words in print.
Did I mention this before? I’m an unconventional reviewer of movies. Why is this so? There are several reasons. Let me explain before perhaps suggesting that you also watch these movies whenever the mood strikes you to do so. You have to be in the mood, and this also depends on your own artistic or genre interests. You may not agree with my impressions nor would you be particularly interested in the shows that I have applauded over the course of the past few months. I don’t need to tell you that watching movies is also an emotional experience.
Just today, I learned a new phrase which surprised me. It also knocked me off my feet, not because the words were striking but mainly because I had been musing about the very thought myself for several hours since I got up this morning. It all started quite innocently, if I may just say. Like most women around the world, I was thinking about what to wear for the day. Not necessarily on a vanity crusade or venturing towards lewdness or seeking to be the center of every man’s (or woman’s) attention, I simply wanted to look stunning and be noticed.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s actually been a counterproductive exercise, a foolhardy one mostly; the making of New Year’s resolutions is generally a waste of time. Also, the nonsensical celebration of a brand new and hoped for great New Year was a practice I left behind some years ago already. It’s also understandable because many of us have tried to leave behind extremely difficult old years by looking forward with new hope and, positively, great expectations. This, I’m afraid to say, is a familiar symptom of the human condition. Facing daily uphill battles under the most adverse conditions, many men and women are strengthened by hope.
Nearly two weeks ago, my talented and most experienced brother sent me a cursory New Year’s greeting, a positive one wishing me the best prospects for the year ahead. Added to that was a terse reminder to mail my resume and letter to a company with which he spent a few years of his professional life. A week before this message, I had thoughtlessly informed him and other loved ones that I had, indeed, mailed the resume, but did not expect to hear any news for at least another week or so owing to the fact that said company had closed for the holidays and would re-open sometime in the New Year.