Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 224 – Dreams

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Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.

Debby Boone

Thank you Spidey, and hello Peeps! It’s good to be back with you all again after my feeling unwell last week.

I really love the quote Spidey found for me to ponder upon this week.

Dreams.

We all have them.

I don’t mean the things that float around in your head when you are asleep, but your aspirations.

Your hopes.

Your dreams.

Those goals you wish to achieve in your life.

We all need something to live for, to work towards, to reach.

Without dreams, what are we doing? Living each day, just to get through it, to the next.

That’s not life.

That’s existance.

Whereas if you have that dream to strive to make a reality, you have a focus.

Some may dream of a happy life at home, with a perfect family.

Some want that new car, or a specific job role.

You may dream to meet someone special, or important to you.

My dream is to see my novel finally in print, out there, for others to read and share.

And now, because I have focussed on it, that dream is a few more steps closer to reality. The editor has read it, so the editing is happening. A cover is being looked at. And I have author branding! Eeeks! With a website, and Facebook page to match!

My dream is to have my own class – truly my own class.

As the last few years I have been team teaching with certain colleagues, and though my time is just that, my time in class, it’s not the same as having full responsibility for your own classroom, and your children. Maybe the next academic year will bring that to fruition.

My dream is to have my forever home.

I love where we live, but the children are fast outgrowing the space we have. It’s crunch time. We are looking at whether it is better to go big and extend, or to spruce up, sell up and buy the perfect place… It’s a work in motion.

There are a few of my dreams, and I am slowly working on each of them. I don’t want to get to the end of my days, feeling like I never gave them my best shot.

So… tell me, what are you doing to make your dreams come true?

#SoCS June 8/19 – Life Balance

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week is a repeat, but looks, likely to become a repeat offender, in a good way!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “open book, point, write.” Pick up the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. Close your eyes, open the book, and place your finger on the page. Whatever word or phrase your finger lands on, write about it. Enjoy!

I am currently reading a coupleof books, which is a bit of a shocker, as I am not am multi-book reader usually, but I have a novel my Karen McQuestion – From A Distant Start – on the go, and a positive thinking book, Unlearn, by Humble The Poet that I am dipping in and out of.

It was Humble’s book that came into my hand first…

… and the words my fingers came to rest upon were ‘balance in life’.

Kinda freaky, as I have been talking to my Hoppalong Hubby Dearest about balance recently. More accurately, work/life balance.

That’s a big thing, nowadays, isn’t it?

The pressure to do better, perform better, get things done perfectly, do it all better… it’s upon us all in some way.

And increasingly, you might see couples not really leading a couples life, but fleetingly meeting in the mornings, and hardly talking in the evenings, busy with work related things, and too tired to interact in more than the most basic of greetings and goodnights.

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You hear of families who, even though they are traditional two parent families, find one parent, often the mother, feeling like a single parent, because, despite working herself, the other half is laden down with work pressures, and is barely able to make an evening parents evening, let alone help with the school run once in a while.

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There are those professionals who haven’t even got either of the above to balance out, as their work takes up so much time, that a social life, or time for themselves is so limited.

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Work/Life balance.

Afre we working to live or living to work?

  • I love my job. I truly do.
  • I love my family. More than my job.
  • I love my writing with a passion.
  • I love my friends.

Why should one have to give?

So, here’s what I do… I compartmentalise. And I find shortcuts!

The first hour of my day is devoted to getting things ready for everyone, then relaxing with a cuppa, watching the news and catching up with notifications and emails.

Yes, I am in work early, very early, by 7.45am. Yes, I can be still there at 5.45pm… but only on three days. The other two, I’m out by 4pm

During the day, I will take a break, but I will also make sure I am doing all that needs to be done to prepare for the rest of the week, to make my life easier.

I make sure that, apart from report writing, and the odd time I need to make resources, I bring no work home with me at all.

At home then, I am wife and mum. I’dd do cooking and housework. I’ll help with homework. I’ll nag (because all good wives do) and I’ll have fun with my family.

Then, once everyone is all set, my evening time is mine to choose what I do with it. Read, write, watch tv, iron (I do love a bit of steam pressing) whatever takes my fancy!

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I will arrange nights out with friends. I will go and see family. I will not let work tip me over the edge, even though it is easy to do.

We were discussing it as an opportunity may arise for Hoppalong, where he could go for a role which is more prestigious than his current one, but will involve more stress and pressure, and possibly more time. He compares himself to his MD who is literally on work mode 24/7.

You know, if it works for his MD then fine, but there is no need to be like that. There are always ways to balance things out.

Sure, when you start hight pressure jobs, the need is there to be a little more work, a little less life… but once you are settled, there is the chance to bring that balance back.

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June 4: Flash Fiction Challenge

The Carrot Ranch prompt this week, from Charli:

June 3, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that makes a big splash. It can be fluid, or you can play with the idiom (to make a big splash is to do or say something that becomes unforgettable). Go where the prompt leads!

One Way To Create a Splash!  
“Can I see it? Please!” Julie ran over to Jack, straining to grab the phone.
Jack stretched his arm high up, out of her reach.
Grabbing his sleeve, she tried to bring his arm down. “I need to see the photo!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not having you sharing awful pictures of me!” She pulled at his arm, her grasp nearing the phone.
Both hands on the handset – it was like a tug-of-war.
“There! Got it!”
One final wrench and it was hers… except it flew out of her hand and landed in the pool with a big splash.
“Oops.”
 

Small #writephoto

Sue has a slightly different prompt for the next two weeks, with a choice of two words, and four pictures.

I chose Small, and accompany it with this photo.

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.
 Small 
Glimmers
Hopefulness
Pinpricks of light
Things will get better
Just focus on that spark
And allow it to ignite
The flames of positivity
Need us to fan them with our thinking
And to share all the heat with our actions

Ritu 2019
#writephoto

The Tousled, The Straight and The Curly #Poem #EmbraceYourself

Do you ever wish for something else?

The Tousled, The Straight and The Curly

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!

Hope you enjoy!

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