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Balance

My own entry in the Six Word Story Challenge: Shopping

Month passed. Money left. Shopping allowed.

 

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Holiday Rant

When I look at my life, I see all of my days spent at work. Because I have to earn a living, to provide for my sons, to finance their study. To have a roof over our heads, dry and warm. And dinner on the table. While my passion lies in writing and photography. And my energy comes from (and goes to) my sons, my partner, family and friends. My mind wants to dive into books and movies. I am eager to create new dishes and make delicious suppers. To eat healthy, create refreshing fruity smoothies.

Each holiday – like now – I feel myself slowing down and my reservoir filling up again. My muse lifting her head and creativity flowing. I feel ALIVE and in control.

Hell, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life working. Worrying over little things, about loads of e-mails and reoccurring banalities, while I long to be with my family, to spend time on real important matters. To be home. To go out. Go on the most fantastic holidays and see the world, big and small.

But I should not complain. At all! At work I’m surrounded by great folks who have humor and commitment. And the work is with pen and PC, not slaving away in the heat, cold or rain. Where I can speak my mind without fear of repercussions. Where people actually listen, and value my opinion. A job that challenges my abilities. And though I mutter and curse at it at times, I am grateful.

If I were younger, I would have studied a new bachelor Communications. If I could start anew, I would have chosen a different path in my career. I would be out there, in nature, with a camera and notebook. But I’m not. So I’m going to grab the opportunities that life tosses on my path and find my own, meandering way, notwithstanding the demands life makes in a financial way. With honor and respect, commitment and an occasional rant like this one. For we’ve all been given just one life. THIS life. It is yours. Make life worth living, each and every day. For we only have a limited amount of time.

How do you keep your balance between your passions and life’s demands?

My energy boosters:

Posted in Personal

Night Off

Yesterday was a day I dreaded. After three weeks of holidays, the yoke of work weighed heavily on my shoulders. But you know what? It is all not so bad.

My team is the best team in the whole world, I love these women. They are a little nuts, straight forward and have a great sense of humor. We chat about almost anything: weekends, children, food, men, hobbies, diets, recipes, sex, shopping, relationships. And apart from that, we work like hell! Seeing their smiles and listening to their crazy stories made me happy to be back. Hello university, did you miss me too? 

The evenings still offer hours of freedom. The Karate work is over, no more worries about the minutes not being ready before the next meeting. Working on minutes takes hours! The first assignment for my company DutchText – checking a thesis on spelling, grammar and syntax – has been completed to great satisfaction of the client. Now let’s hope the student will graduate. Keeping fingers and toes crossed. The column for the university rests in the editor’s mailbox for the night, publication tomorrow.

So tonight I have a night off. Which means sitting behind my computer, eating salted popcorn and drinking tea. Again television lost the fight. Because I want to be here, with you.

~Marion

Posted in Personal, Photo, Poems, Writing

Secrets

Life, you amaze me
ejecting originals
of the unknown
into my perception
of non-virtual reality

I must catch these threads
and weave them
within my own tapestry
Spread or cut them
as I see fit

Perspectives change
the patterns of truth
I share or not
to keep others
from harm

Life is living
folding choices
into balance
Trust me enough
to let go

Text © Marion