Sometimes, little things you do, off hand, can create a wave that becomes something much bigger.
This happened to me a few weeks ago, off the back of a simple Tweet Tag that I decided to get involved in.
And here are 5 things I've achieved in my 40's. 1. Published a poetry book all by myself 2. Discovered Slimming World… And lost it too 3. Survived an awful car crash 4. Won Best Overall Blogger award 5. Finally learned how to tame my curls… And I still have 5 40's years left! https://t.co/LfysAbcp4D
— Ritu Bhathal ✍🏽📚💜 #ChickPeaCurryLit (@RituBhathal) May 29, 2019
That Tweet!
I was approached by a fellow writer and blogger with regards to being interviewed for a podcast, after she had read my answers.
Well, I do like to try new things, and after my really fun phone interview with my blog sis Annette Rochelle Aben for her Tell Me A Story series, I thought, “why not?”
So… Podcast… that’s something that people listen to… then Misty sent me an invitation to a video conference… Eeeeks! Was I going to be videoed and my image sent around the world???
D’oh!
No, Ritu, it’s just a means to get the interview recorded and a way for the recording to sound like a conversation, rather than a stilted, rehearsed exchange!
(Didn’t stop me getting my hair done, specially… Just needed an excuse!)
Anyway, the recording happened a while ago, and it finally went live!
So, if you’d like to listen to my ramblings… please visit here or click below.
I’d love for you to listen, and let me know what you think!
And Misty, I apologise that I didn’t even cover half the things in the original tweet, regarding the award, Slimming World and my curls!
What is it with us women Never happy with our lot If you’re flat you want to be curvy Yet the curvy ones hate their bot!
My gripe is my hair A head of springs since I was wee And yet I would lament And wish for all the straight hair that I’d see
Once old enough to grapple With a straightening device I desperately tried to iron them out But my curls were hard to entice
Then a visit to the salon Gave me locks so silky and straight I swished my hair, here and there I sure thought I looked great!
But no one told me what would happen In the dead of the night... The hair fairy must have come I woke up and looked a fright!
No more swishy, straightened hair But rather, a wavy mess Oh no! My silky hair had gone I felt more than a little distress.
But then I calmed it with my fingers And it didn’t seem so bad Tousled waves looked back at me Not frizz - for that I was glad!
Ad then I washed it – Dear God! All that ironing was in vain For all the bouncy, springy curls Had reappeared once again!
It was then, I realised that I must Embrace just what I had And be thankful that I have all three looks Three for one – now, that ain’t bad!
The straight for if I need sophistication The tousled for smart casual time But the curls, all bouncy, out of control Well, yes, that’s me – They’re mine!
Ritu 2019
See, this is the kind of thing that appears in my notebook, when I am left unattended!
I’m sitting in the rather plush canteen at my Hubby Dearest’s work. I have been his driver (Yes, Driving Mr Hoppalong, rather than Miss Daisy), bringing him to his office for the first time in nearly two months, and though I am surrounded by editing papers, kindle and laptop, this was what bubbled to the surface of my mind!