Monday, 9 October 2017

The day after a quick interstate work trip with The Husband and The Kid, I was sitting in the warm sunlight in the garden, next to my son and his makeshift cardboard post office.

You see, I had forced myself to be there.

The first few minutes were, well, excruciating. I felt anxious. I had emails to reply, paperwork to file, people to ring, bookkeeping to catch up. I had a to-do list getting out of control and I loathed not spending time with my son to do the said tasks.

And then it dawned on me that I was physically there next to my son.

But my head was elsewhere.

And I knew then that I had to get out of my head.

So I picked up a blade of grass, my fingers moist with dew. I rubbed a dried up leaf; beige edges and crisp burnt umber crumbled in my hand. I ran my hands on my son's soft brown hair, it cascades down his shoulders without a single knot.

Just five mindful minutes. Just five. I kept telling myself.

The five minutes passed. Then another five. Then I slowly relished in my senses unfolding. How the sun felt warm on my skin. How my husband's slippers kept sliding off my feet. How my son, chatting away with voice clear as a bell, was visibly happy that I was there.

And then I made a promise to myself.

I will feel no guilt for being a working mum, for when I am with my son, I am fully, completely, and truly present.

At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.

September debt update

Sunday, 24 September 2017

I usually do my debt review quarterly, and technically the quarter isn't over yet.  I have not filed my BAS (business activity statement).

One thing I have done differently is I have paid our superranuation (retirement) contribution this quarter early, and have had a chance to look at the numbers, so here goes.

We've got a debt, I call it the BBD- Big bad debt.

Progress: 4.3% of BBD paid in three months. I am super excited that our debt is now going down at a steady rate.

{photo credit} AP Photo/Shuji Kajiyama

Rest, of sorts.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

In July, I flew interstate and overseas for a few business trips. On the minus side, when I don’t actively work at the business, the business bank accounts look a bit sad. With most small businesses, the overheads are the same whether you work or not. These trips were not sales related, they were mainly for the purpose of professional development. 

On the plus side, the trips were the break from work I desperately needed. I have written previously about the amount of stress I was under earlier in the year. Taking time off allowed me a chance to step back and reflect, and the knowledge I learned on these trips imparted a renewed sense of enthusiasm and confidence in my work. The breaks were tremendously restorative.

I went to a South East Asian country, where the air this time of the year was pleasantly humid, and people were polite and welcoming. I loved sitting in my 12th floor hotel room at night, facing the large window. This expanse of glass covered the whole facade of the room, floor to ceiling, providing a thin divide between the hotel room and the vibrant city underneath. Sitting there with my hands on the glass watching  the glowing city lights and the constant traffic trail, I felt as though I could palpate the pulsating energy of the night.

How I shop for my petite frame

Sunday, 30 July 2017

I am petite. I dress to feel good. I also dress for comfort. These are the things that work for me.

The staples:

Year round
  • Skinny jeans
  • T-shirts, neutral colours only.
  • Pull overs.

  • Dress OR skirt/ short+ a blouse. I only wear prints in summer.
  • Loose fit jeans

What I dislike
Fiddly to handle materials eg. silk, wool, white clothes, dry-clean only- things that require special cleaning/ handling.

Materials that feel heavy eg. leather jacket, knits.

Tops/ dresses with special shoulder straps that require me to buy an new bra.

Tops with shoulders/ chest bits that require constant adjusting.

Baggy pants eg. tracksuit pants, wide leg pants

Baggy  dresses (without a defining waist)/ maxi dresses, for two reasons 1/ I need to hem them or I will trip over and die and 2/ They look like a potato sack on me.

For the love of skinny jeans

I am a petite person, and skinny jeans are the staple of my wardrobe.  Some skinny jeans loves of late:


Lee jeans- High licks. Cost: About $160 High rise, super comfortable, super flattering.  I had to hem these.

Nobody denim- Cult skinny ankle. Cost: About $220. High rise, super comfortable, very flattering (a tad less than the Lee jeans). This brand I will consider a lot more in the future, as the jeans are made in Melbourne, in non-sweatshops conditions. I didn't have to hem these.


Rolla's - Westcoast ankle. Cost: About $160 (I can't remember). High rise. These jeans are not super stretchy, they were tight and stiff in the beginning. After 2 years of wear, they are now perfect, and the colour is still beautiful. I didn't have to take these up.  Bonus.

Uniqlo- Ultra stretch jeans. Cost: About $60. Mid rise. The colour has faded over a year and a half. Very stretchy and comfortable. The jeans look flattering. I've gone back and purchased two black pairs however even though the legs and hips were comfortable, in back of the black jeans, the rise was lower than the blue pair, and the black jeans feft uncomfortable in this area. I had to give these two pairs away. Uniqlo provides free in-store hemming, which is wonderful for someone like me who is always in need of shortening pants.

July debt update

Friday, 21 July 2017

We've got a debt, I call it the BBD- Big bad debt.

Progress: 1.9% in principle paid in three months

I am glad we are making a steady progress towards debt payment. Still a long way to go.

The joy of lounging

Monday, 26 June 2017

Lately, I've been preoccupied.

Ok I massively understated that.  I've been under an enormous amount of work related stress, mostly to do with staff. The end of the financial year also brings with it the must-dos, deadlines, monetary and bookkeeping woes.

One day, I will write a blog post about the women at my work. It's mind-baffling when it's the women bringing the women down. It's sad when people grow older without becoming wiser. It's tragic when someone always adopt the victim mentality.

When my mind is quiescent, when the worries stop and the letting go happens, I breathe deep.  I release the tense shoulders and neck muscles. I read novels while letting the bookkeeping pile (one may call this putting head under sand but it's truly useful at times). I lounge around in my dressing gown drinking matcha tea and enjoy my son deeply; my hands trace the contours of his round rosy cheeks while my arms gently wrap him in a light squeeze. Gratitude trickles into my heart and life suddenly becomes very bearable.

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