I've been thinking. I get obsessed with making crafty knick-knacks when the mojo hits. And I don't want to sell them on my etsy shop because I want to give someone I know who will love it. Or give it to my blog readers, whoever and wherever you are. Giving it to my friends who are 'forced' to receive it or who doesn't quite like my kind of magic, doesn't sound too nice.
SO. I've been thinking. What if I do a weekly giveaway on my blog? Readers can leave a comment and I'd pick a random winner, or winners. It's a win-win happiness, because I get to make more crafty goodies feeding my inner core purpose in life, while the winners get to receive it to use/keep/give away.
Just a thought...
ps. If you think it's an awesome thing to do, or not, commento? Gracias.
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Monday, August 05, 2013
My New Craft Station
A little work done everyday for a week.
BEFORE.
That chest of drawers were from IKEA Children's cardboard chest of 4 drawers which I combined 4 of them and pasted kraft brown paper and whatnots. It has served me very well for the past 5 years because of its roomy drawers.
The shelves above it were for favourite decorative items.
That little compartmentalized storage frame holds the McDonald's Teddy Bear collection from 1999(?) which my husband, well, then-boyfriend, got for me after eating the meal every week (or was it everyday). He knows I'd appreciate these better than Hello Kitty or Minions. Ha.
At the side, sits my old storage organizer made of hard paper board. It has also served me well for many years and looks old now.
But acrylic paints do wonders.
See? My favourite colour of late.
AFTER.
Ta-da!
My shelves now holds my craft nuggets, from seashells, ribbons, lace trims, twills, beads, buttons to wooden knick-knacks. I now keep them in glass jars that I've collected over the years, and some in new jars ( the bigger ones from IKEA and Daiso). It's so refreshing displaying all of them after having them hidden in drawers all these while. It's nice to look at it everyday for inspiration.
The main change is this wooden chest of drawers, also from IKEA. What a find! The drawers are a lot of smaller but it's good that I can organize my stuff more specifically.
Jars of goodies.
Happy as a bird!
Friday, August 02, 2013
My Book Collection
Sorry, no Harry Porters, Twilight or 50 Shades. I DON'T READ BOOKS WITH NO PICTURES.
I devour these instead.. with gusto and accelerated heartbeat.
Home decor/styling books. In these, you will NOT see homes with the typical PU/fauz leather 3 seater sofa, huge LCD TV along with ASTRO decoder, DVD player and their visibly complicated network of entwined cables. No, no, no. Oh wait, that looks like my living room.
Embroidery books. Bought from dangdang, the Amazon of China with very affordable price. Control yourselves!
Aranzi Aronzo. Who can resist.
Sock Toys books.
A book on different methods of printing. LOVE.
A book on making different types of bags. LOVE but complicated ones make my head hurt.
Oh, this one is different. I chanced upon it in Popular bookstore. If it looks vintage, I get it.
I'm still a bookworm!
I devour these instead.. with gusto and accelerated heartbeat.
Home decor/styling books. In these, you will NOT see homes with the typical PU/fauz leather 3 seater sofa, huge LCD TV along with ASTRO decoder, DVD player and their visibly complicated network of entwined cables. No, no, no. Oh wait, that looks like my living room.
Embroidery books. Bought from dangdang, the Amazon of China with very affordable price. Control yourselves!
Aranzi Aronzo. Who can resist.
Sock Toys books.
A book on different methods of printing. LOVE.
A book on making different types of bags. LOVE but complicated ones make my head hurt.
Oh, this one is different. I chanced upon it in Popular bookstore. If it looks vintage, I get it.
I'm still a bookworm!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Absorbing All The Cuteness
That's what I've been doing all these while. I've become so lazy it hurts. But, everybody gets lazy once in a while yes? It's healthy. I get to stop and smell the roses and I could just look at my boys all day long (if I'm not working). Darren is at the maximum cuteness age, just like Daniel before, and I can't help but feel sad that he's going to grow up so fast and he'll lose the babyness. Forget that, I'm just going soak up all the babyness NOW and not worry about the future. Oh. My. Last. Baby. Ohm nom nom nom nom nom.
I haven't been sewing because Mr Flying Man has been sick. Stitches became ugly, and I tried two things to fix it but failed. So I called the doctor who turned out to be a young chap (mid thirties my age) who brought his Mother of All Toolbox which had stuff I've never seen before. I was expecting an uncle in late 40s! Talk about dying trade. He did his magic and my beloved sewing machine is back!! (touch wood, I haven't done a test run) He even taught me how to use a hemming foot and a free-motion foot. How about that! This guy's a keeper I tell ya.
OK. More fab posts coming up!
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Hiatus
I sincerely apologize for the long hiatus of posts. It's not that I abandoned you. I've always been here, staring at an empty template. It's just a digital traffic block, ya'know. Sometimes, I go away and hide in my cave for a while. They say men do this. So that means I have enough testosterone, yes? Anyhoo... I'll be back I promise. In the meantime, here's some tips to survive the haze...
1. Stay indoors as much as possible, preferably air-conditioned and with... see No.2.
2. Air purifiers. Trust me, it helps.
3. N95 masks. Yes, the bra type. Are you still using that dentist type? It's not good enough anymore.
4. Spider plants in da house. They are known as air detoxifiers.
Stay safe!
1. Stay indoors as much as possible, preferably air-conditioned and with... see No.2.
2. Air purifiers. Trust me, it helps.
3. N95 masks. Yes, the bra type. Are you still using that dentist type? It's not good enough anymore.
4. Spider plants in da house. They are known as air detoxifiers.
Stay safe!
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Arrows
Geometric tribal arrows have been my obsession lately.
Other arrow stamps I find irresistible:
from HuntersHideaway
from talktothesun
by scrapbooking company Glitz Design.
Other arrow stamps I find irresistible:
from HuntersHideaway
from talktothesun
by scrapbooking company Glitz Design.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I Dreamt A Little Dream
This is the thing about dreams. You can't control it and you don't know if you will or when you will. Sounds a lot like conception eh.
Once in a while, we have dreams we don't want to wake up from. Three weeks ago, I had that dream for the first time. It was familiar, a little sad but with a surprising joyous ending.
I was in a hospital, having pre-term labour, or miscarrying, somewhere in between, but I was calm and I knew what to do and what to expect. The nurses were all busy and no one attended to me, but I was okay with it. It was almost like a self-service. I was waiting in a labour room or something, and then the familiar urge to push happened and I sort of went along. I reached down and felt the baby's head, and I pushed some more. And then a baby was out. It was so smooth and easy peasy. I closed my eyes and turned away expecting the baby to be NOT alive. I cleaned myself up. Then, I turned back and I saw him.
He was a tiny little joy. Like a newborn but smaller in size. He was red/pink and sleeping. My eyes widened and I felt a spark in my heart. HE IS ALIVE!!! I will always remember this illusion.
And the funniest thing, he was wearing pants!!! He was born wearing a pair of the *mesh pants which looked oversized for him.
Then the dream ended. F.
Thank you God for giving me this dream. It is the closest I have been with him since 2 years ago. This is the best gift.
OK, I am now obsessed with wrinkly pinky newborns...
I want to bury my face into these little cuties...
*mesh pants/top are commonly found here. Particularly good for keeping babies cool on hot days.
Once in a while, we have dreams we don't want to wake up from. Three weeks ago, I had that dream for the first time. It was familiar, a little sad but with a surprising joyous ending.
I was in a hospital, having pre-term labour, or miscarrying, somewhere in between, but I was calm and I knew what to do and what to expect. The nurses were all busy and no one attended to me, but I was okay with it. It was almost like a self-service. I was waiting in a labour room or something, and then the familiar urge to push happened and I sort of went along. I reached down and felt the baby's head, and I pushed some more. And then a baby was out. It was so smooth and easy peasy. I closed my eyes and turned away expecting the baby to be NOT alive. I cleaned myself up. Then, I turned back and I saw him.
He was a tiny little joy. Like a newborn but smaller in size. He was red/pink and sleeping. My eyes widened and I felt a spark in my heart. HE IS ALIVE!!! I will always remember this illusion.
And the funniest thing, he was wearing pants!!! He was born wearing a pair of the *mesh pants which looked oversized for him.
Then the dream ended. F.
Thank you God for giving me this dream. It is the closest I have been with him since 2 years ago. This is the best gift.
OK, I am now obsessed with wrinkly pinky newborns...
I want to bury my face into these little cuties...
*mesh pants/top are commonly found here. Particularly good for keeping babies cool on hot days.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Home Inspiration
HOMAIGOD HOMAIGOD. I want to do this. Dotted walls will now be my obsession, though I am not going to do it so soon. I'm waiting for the impulsiveness to kick in.
Photo source: extramediumyeah
Isn't this the PRETTIEST kitchen you've ever seen?
From prettylittlethings
And these rooms are... OOHH.
Monday, April 08, 2013
Washi Tapes
I've been crazy about washi tapes and colours.
2B pencils in assortment of happy colours, from Popular. Cheap thrill.
Washi tapes from Maedayartmarket. This Etsy seller is from Malaysia, so I mesti support, kan?
My entire collection. I'm SO proud.
2B pencils in assortment of happy colours, from Popular. Cheap thrill.
Washi tapes from Maedayartmarket. This Etsy seller is from Malaysia, so I mesti support, kan?
My entire collection. I'm SO proud.
Monday, April 01, 2013
I Quit My Job (2nd Week)
It is still fulfilling!! I thought I would be dying to go back to work by now, but hell, the domestic spirit was still going strong. You housewives out there are still rolling your eyes... yes? Heehee. Fine, I'll let you in on something honest then, and we'll high-five.
I was exhausted by Friday on the first week. Like, BURNT. OUT. But I think it was more to the adrenaline rush burn-out. I still went about on my daily routine, just more tired. I skipped sweeping. Big deal. So there, housework is tiring. It never ends, like a city that never sleeps. There are always things in the sink to be washed, always things on the floor to be picked up (especially when you have kids), always have clothes to wash, dry and fold, and always cooking. BUT... it still felt fulfilling. And I think it's because of...
The mindset you have from the beginning. If you are doing it for love, you will feel fulfilled and rewarded. Previously, my mindset was, I HAVE to do it because my maid is on leave. Then it comes a chore and a bore, and you get angry when you get tired, and you start snapping at your kids, and get mad at the husband for not helping. So my mindset this time was totally different. I WANTED to do it, and I wanted to do it for the love. And it.was.awesome. Tired but happy, like after a great vacation.
This second week was also the school holidays, so I got to spend the days with Daniel, who actually helped me fold the laundry and clean the garden. What an awesome kid!! Because I didn't force him to! Hahaha! On the first day, he volunteered to fold the clothes, and I was like "Yeah, this one and ONLY time. You think it's fun". Of course, some needed refolding because I'm a perfectionist. Then on the second day, he naturally, matter-of-factly lugged all the clothes to the living room without being asked, and he started folding them while watching TV. HOMAIGOD. Like a housewife! My heart dissolved into a pile of goo. Apart from laundry, he also collected all the dried mango tree leaves on the garden. The tree belongs to my neighbour and some branches are lushly extending to my compound. I didn't know we have autumn here in Malaysia because the leaves have been falling like crazy! We also had to sweep the road outside our house because although leaves are part of nature, it does look unsightly on the road when there are too many.
Then came Sunday. My last day as Domestic Goddess. Frankly, I felt a little sad. My maid came back and took over the tasks I was enjoying for the past 2 weeks. Suddenly, I felt, "How can I survive going back to work?" Most of all, I am going to miss all the little moments with my baby. Little moments that I have cherished from being at home with him. I call them Swollen Heart Nuggets because it is like brief moments happening a few times a day that makes my heart swell with warmth, gratitude and love. Simple and small things and they all involve his big puppy eyes looking at me. Oh, I am so crying right now. He is never going to be 3 forever.
I know you are going to suggest I quit my job for good. But it is easier said than done. However, I am seriously thinking about it. Seriously. These two weeks has been nothing but rewarding, educational and joyous to me. How can anyone rave about being a housewife?
Can.
ps. It also felt tremendously good to be away from my computer for 2 weeks.
I was exhausted by Friday on the first week. Like, BURNT. OUT. But I think it was more to the adrenaline rush burn-out. I still went about on my daily routine, just more tired. I skipped sweeping. Big deal. So there, housework is tiring. It never ends, like a city that never sleeps. There are always things in the sink to be washed, always things on the floor to be picked up (especially when you have kids), always have clothes to wash, dry and fold, and always cooking. BUT... it still felt fulfilling. And I think it's because of...
The mindset you have from the beginning. If you are doing it for love, you will feel fulfilled and rewarded. Previously, my mindset was, I HAVE to do it because my maid is on leave. Then it comes a chore and a bore, and you get angry when you get tired, and you start snapping at your kids, and get mad at the husband for not helping. So my mindset this time was totally different. I WANTED to do it, and I wanted to do it for the love. And it.was.awesome. Tired but happy, like after a great vacation.
This second week was also the school holidays, so I got to spend the days with Daniel, who actually helped me fold the laundry and clean the garden. What an awesome kid!! Because I didn't force him to! Hahaha! On the first day, he volunteered to fold the clothes, and I was like "Yeah, this one and ONLY time. You think it's fun". Of course, some needed refolding because I'm a perfectionist. Then on the second day, he naturally, matter-of-factly lugged all the clothes to the living room without being asked, and he started folding them while watching TV. HOMAIGOD. Like a housewife! My heart dissolved into a pile of goo. Apart from laundry, he also collected all the dried mango tree leaves on the garden. The tree belongs to my neighbour and some branches are lushly extending to my compound. I didn't know we have autumn here in Malaysia because the leaves have been falling like crazy! We also had to sweep the road outside our house because although leaves are part of nature, it does look unsightly on the road when there are too many.
Then came Sunday. My last day as Domestic Goddess. Frankly, I felt a little sad. My maid came back and took over the tasks I was enjoying for the past 2 weeks. Suddenly, I felt, "How can I survive going back to work?" Most of all, I am going to miss all the little moments with my baby. Little moments that I have cherished from being at home with him. I call them Swollen Heart Nuggets because it is like brief moments happening a few times a day that makes my heart swell with warmth, gratitude and love. Simple and small things and they all involve his big puppy eyes looking at me. Oh, I am so crying right now. He is never going to be 3 forever.
I know you are going to suggest I quit my job for good. But it is easier said than done. However, I am seriously thinking about it. Seriously. These two weeks has been nothing but rewarding, educational and joyous to me. How can anyone rave about being a housewife?
Can.
ps. It also felt tremendously good to be away from my computer for 2 weeks.
Friday, March 22, 2013
I Quit My Job...
...for 2 weeks. My helper is back home, enjoying her break with her family. It's sad to think that she (and all the helpers in this region) only gets to be with her family once a year, in fact it's once in two years by contract, but I'm nice like that.
Last year, I remember being a little apprehensive about taking over the household chores for 2 weeks. There was this fear of trying to survive without her. But 2 weeks was a very short time, I did minimal cleaning, minimal cooking and spent most of my time with the boys which was nice.
This time, I was actually looking forward to my short stint as a stay-home mom. NOT tai-tai. A full-time housewife! It has been a week and I must say, it's fulfilling! I know you SAHM/housewives out there are rolling your eyes and thinking what a stupid thing to say but really, not every woman gets this luxury to look after her family and her home. OK, roll your eyes summore...
Think about it. Don't you feel that people are buying homes to have others to clean and maintain it? People are having kids to have others look after and raise them? WTF right? That is why I feel fulfilled having to do all these FOR myself, my home, my loved ones. I am watering my garden and plants everyday, I am feeding my family everyday with home-cooked meals, I am making sure they have clean clothes to wear everyday, I am playing with my little one more. And preparing breakfast for my husband and boys has been my dream. Why? Because I'm out of the house for work, even before sunrise. So you see madams, it IS a luxury to me. To be able to fulfill that nagging inner desire to do all those.. for years. I don't even want to travel for a family holiday! My home feels like a resort already!
So anyhoos, if you are desperately wondering why I'm loving this housewife shitty job, this is why. My helper seemed to have a system, so I mimicked a similar system and routine. It really helped a lot.
I wake up slightly earlier to boil water. I make sure there's enough water in our dispenser. I sweep the floors downstairs and then start preparing breakfast. Half-boiled eggs, toasts, milo. On two occasions, I cycled to a nearby jalan to buy kuih or nasi lemak from a roadside stall. It's great living in a Malay-dominated area, coz the nasi lemak rocks. It's very homemade.
Then the boys wake up and starts harassing me. Or sometimes they harass each other, while I make breakfast peacefully. Then the husband comes down all ready to go to work, and I serve him breakfast on our patio. We eat together, it feels like we're on a resort, munching toasts and sipping milo by the garden. Hee hee.
Then he leaves for work. I wash up. I go upstairs and make the beds, sweep the floor, and bring the dirty laundry down to start a wash cycle. Laundry IS A DAILY thing. (you housewives going DUH!)
Thank God for washing machines! And boy do boys generate A LOT of dirty clothes!
Then I sweep the patio and the porch a bit because we are always barefooted there. I water the plants.
I hang out with the boys awhile until 10.30am. I start preparing lunch for Daniel. OK, I have meals planned for the week.
While I prepare lunch, the boys either watch the morning cartoons, or play at the backyard sandpit where I can watch them from the kitchen. The husband is a genius.
I serve Daniel his lunch after he showers and changes into his uniform. I feed Darren as well. The schoolbus arrives and Daniel is off to school. I wash up and hangs out with Darren. Then we take a quick fresh shower together and get ready for nap.
He naps for 2 hours, while I get a quick 30 min rest/sleep. I collect the dried laundry, and hang the freshly washed one. I fold the clothes, do a bit of ironing.
I thaw the meat for dinner. Then I relax or craft a bit.
Darren wakes up and I tend to him. Usually he likes some TLC and milk after he wakes up. Aren't babies adorable. So we cuddle a bit.
Then he plays on his own while I start preparing dinner. Dinner is a major meal thing. I have my Chinese soup boiled 2-3 hours prior to dinner time. For the rest of the evening, I'm in the kitchen. Darren plays on the sandpit.
Dinner and beyond is pretty standard again. Dinner, wash up, hang out a bit, shower, bedtime stories, and DONE!! PHEW!!
That's my day for the past week. And I'm happy :)
Last year, I remember being a little apprehensive about taking over the household chores for 2 weeks. There was this fear of trying to survive without her. But 2 weeks was a very short time, I did minimal cleaning, minimal cooking and spent most of my time with the boys which was nice.
This time, I was actually looking forward to my short stint as a stay-home mom. NOT tai-tai. A full-time housewife! It has been a week and I must say, it's fulfilling! I know you SAHM/housewives out there are rolling your eyes and thinking what a stupid thing to say but really, not every woman gets this luxury to look after her family and her home. OK, roll your eyes summore...
Think about it. Don't you feel that people are buying homes to have others to clean and maintain it? People are having kids to have others look after and raise them? WTF right? That is why I feel fulfilled having to do all these FOR myself, my home, my loved ones. I am watering my garden and plants everyday, I am feeding my family everyday with home-cooked meals, I am making sure they have clean clothes to wear everyday, I am playing with my little one more. And preparing breakfast for my husband and boys has been my dream. Why? Because I'm out of the house for work, even before sunrise. So you see madams, it IS a luxury to me. To be able to fulfill that nagging inner desire to do all those.. for years. I don't even want to travel for a family holiday! My home feels like a resort already!
So anyhoos, if you are desperately wondering why I'm loving this housewife shitty job, this is why. My helper seemed to have a system, so I mimicked a similar system and routine. It really helped a lot.
I wake up slightly earlier to boil water. I make sure there's enough water in our dispenser. I sweep the floors downstairs and then start preparing breakfast. Half-boiled eggs, toasts, milo. On two occasions, I cycled to a nearby jalan to buy kuih or nasi lemak from a roadside stall. It's great living in a Malay-dominated area, coz the nasi lemak rocks. It's very homemade.
Then the boys wake up and starts harassing me. Or sometimes they harass each other, while I make breakfast peacefully. Then the husband comes down all ready to go to work, and I serve him breakfast on our patio. We eat together, it feels like we're on a resort, munching toasts and sipping milo by the garden. Hee hee.
Then he leaves for work. I wash up. I go upstairs and make the beds, sweep the floor, and bring the dirty laundry down to start a wash cycle. Laundry IS A DAILY thing. (you housewives going DUH!)
Thank God for washing machines! And boy do boys generate A LOT of dirty clothes!
Then I sweep the patio and the porch a bit because we are always barefooted there. I water the plants.
I hang out with the boys awhile until 10.30am. I start preparing lunch for Daniel. OK, I have meals planned for the week.
While I prepare lunch, the boys either watch the morning cartoons, or play at the backyard sandpit where I can watch them from the kitchen. The husband is a genius.
I serve Daniel his lunch after he showers and changes into his uniform. I feed Darren as well. The schoolbus arrives and Daniel is off to school. I wash up and hangs out with Darren. Then we take a quick fresh shower together and get ready for nap.
He naps for 2 hours, while I get a quick 30 min rest/sleep. I collect the dried laundry, and hang the freshly washed one. I fold the clothes, do a bit of ironing.
I thaw the meat for dinner. Then I relax or craft a bit.
Darren wakes up and I tend to him. Usually he likes some TLC and milk after he wakes up. Aren't babies adorable. So we cuddle a bit.
Then he plays on his own while I start preparing dinner. Dinner is a major meal thing. I have my Chinese soup boiled 2-3 hours prior to dinner time. For the rest of the evening, I'm in the kitchen. Darren plays on the sandpit.
Dinner and beyond is pretty standard again. Dinner, wash up, hang out a bit, shower, bedtime stories, and DONE!! PHEW!!
That's my day for the past week. And I'm happy :)
Monday, March 11, 2013
Beautiful Advice to My Children
Written by Leo Babauta, from here.
I have six lovely children — one of them now an adult, and a couple more almost there — and I give a lot of thought to what I think they should know as they grow up and go out into the world.
What could I best teach them to equip them for life?
This is what I’d like them to know:
You are good enough. Most people are afraid to do things because they are afraid they’re not good enough, afraid they’ll fail. But you are good enough — learn that and you won’t be afraid of new things, won’t be afraid to fail, won’t need the approval of others. You’ll be pre-approved — by yourself.
All you need to be happy is within you. Many people seek happiness in food, drugs, alcohol, shopping, partying, sex … because they’re seeking external happiness. They don’t realize the tools for happiness aren’t outside them. They’re right inside you: mindfulness, gratitude, compassion, thoughtfulness, the ability to create and do something meaningful, even in a small way.
You can start your own business. As a young man, I thought I needed to go to college and then be employed, and that owning a business is for rich people. That was all wrong. It’s possible for almost anyone to start their own business, and while you’ll probably do badly at first, you’ll learn quickly. It’s a much better education than college.
Everything useful I’ve learned I didn’t learn from college … I learned from doing.
That said, I’ve had some amazing teachers. They’re not always in school, though: they’re everywhere. A friend I met at work. My peers online. My mom, dad, siblings, grandparents, uncles and aunts. My wife. My kids. Failure. Teachers are everywhere, if you’re willing to learn.
Spend less than you earn. Thirty percent less if you can manage. Most people get a job and immediately spend their income on a car loan, high rent or a large mortgage, buying possessions and eating out using credit cards. None of that is necessary. Don’t spend it if you don’t have it. Learn to go without, and be happy with less.
Put away some of your income to grow with the power of compound earnings. Your future self will thank you.
Learn to love healthy food. It’s all a matter of adjusting your tastebuds, slowly and gradually. Learn to cook for yourself. Try some healthy, delicious recipes.
Learn compassion. We start life with a very selfish outlook — we want what we want. But compassion is about realizing we are no more important than everyone else, and we aren’t at the center of the universe. Someone annoys you? Get outside of your little shell, and try to see how their day is going. How can you help them be less angry, less in pain?
Never stop learning. If you just learn something a little a day, it will add up over time immensely.
Have fun being active. Sure, there’s lots of fun to be had online, and in eating sweets and fried food, and in watching TV and movies and playing video games. But going outside and playing with friends, tossing a ball around, swimming, climbing something, challenging each other … that’s even more fun. And it leads to a healthy life, healthy heart, more focused and energetic mind.
Get good at discomfort. Avoiding discomfort is very common, but a big mistake. Learning to be OK with some discomfort will change your life.
The things that stress you out don’t matter. Take a larger perspective: will this matter in five years? Most likely the answer is no. If the answer is yes, attend to it.
Savor life. Not just the usual pleasures, but everything and everyone. The stranger you meet on the bus. The sunshine that hits your face as you walk. The quiet of the morning. Time with a loved one. Time alone. Your breath as you meditate.
Meditate.
Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. They are some of the best teachers. Instead, learn to be OK with mistakes, and learn to learn from them, and learn to shrug them off so they don’t affect your profound confidence in who you are.
You need no one else to make you happy or validate you. You don’t need a boss to tell you that you’re great at what you do. You don’t need a boyfriend/girlfriend to tell you that you’re lovable. You don’t need your friends’ approval. Having loved ones and friends in your life is amazing, but know who you are first.
Learn to be good at change. Change is the one constant in life. You will suffer by trying to hold onto things. Learn to let go (meditation helps with this skill), and learn to have a flexible mind. Don’t get stuck in what you’re comfortable with, don’t shut out what’s new and uncomfortable.
Open your heart. Life is amazing if you don’t shut it out. Other people are amazing. Open your heart, be willing to take the wounds that come with an open heart, and you will experience the best of life.
Let love be your rule. Success, selfishness, righteousness … these are not good rules to live by. Love family, friends, coworkers, strangers, your brothers and sisters in humanity. Love even those who think they’re your enemy. Love the animals we treat as food and objects. Most of all, love yourself.
And always know, no matter what: I love you with every particle of my being.
Monday, March 04, 2013
Spectacular Craft Project
Another fun rubber carving project.
The alphabet stamps are bought from Kiang Trading stationery shop.
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