A new beginning.
Happy New Year! Which writer would want to miss writing a post in the first week of new year? A new beginning, many have eminently recapped what 2021 means for them and hoping for a better 2022. 2021, a recovery…
chefswifediary
I'm a corporate professional, mother of two, and married to a chef who does the cooking. This is the honest version of the balancing act: the wins, the guilt, the late nights, and no highlight reel.
Fear of missing out.
Nine months away from the corporate world, something that I never thought would exist in my diary is happening today. It’s the fear of missing out that is playing on my mind. Work is a part of life. It’s pointless…
Baby milestones tricks.
Clueless about what to expect for baby milestones, I’ve caught up with many blogs or websites that have been a saviour in desperate times. Whilst many said it’s best to stick to professional advices, I suppose it’s reasonable to learn…
Motherhood changed me.
Just like that, we are now in the last month of the year. It seems like just yesterday I had a baby and today she is seven months old. Looking back, I haven’t stop one bit since my water bag…
The end of autumn.
“Green calm below, blue quietness above.” John Greenleaf Whittier, ‘The Pennsylvania Pilgrim’
A rose or a leaf?
“Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.” MJ Korvan
Keep striving.
When we were young, parents encouraged us to take baby steps in any possible encounter. Be it to sit, to crawl, to stand, to eat, to play, or to speak – we attempted them all with courage. Parents gave us…
Post ‘likes’ are gone.
Migrating from WordPress.com to WordPress.org is more complicated than I thought. It costed me two weeks of writing downtime and even more, juggling with temporary and permanent domains, familiarising with new features and tools, and running back and forth with…
Procrastination.
Twenty four hours a day, minus eight hours of sleep and the breaks needed for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, we are constantly rushing and short of time for what we set out to do. Time is ticking, time is precious.…
Those were the days.
Reminiscing childhood life, days were carefree. Mess was encouraged, faults were forgiven. Despite told what not to do, imagination was spree. Those were the days, almost forgotten. . . . Reflecting today, bound by commitments. Problems are not to play,…