Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Growing up



In the very same day, I get glimpses of her all grown up,
and then I look at her again, and she's still my little girl. 

When did I become that mom who feels like kids growing up is bittersweet?

Sunday, January 19, 2014

On hats and wings

I am sorry if my post from yesterday worried some of you. This winter is quite hard on me. I suffer from SAD big time and our re-entry after 2 years of traveling has been hard. Harder still is the lingering stress that comes with the fluctuating income of freelancing.

We have big dreams and tons of plans, but those might have to wait. We have tough decisions to make right now. We will try to see them as the next leg in our adventure. Even if for now, they feel more like a detour.

There are many possibilities right now. Like as many hats that I keep trying on. The problem is: none of them fit. And they are all ugly.
I didn't want a hat. I wanted wings.

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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Finding peace

I  am terrified of what is ahead of us. I am trying to be at peace. I keep repeating to myself that sometimes really wonderful things happen in life when you least expect it. I could be surprised. I really wish I will be. 



Friday, January 17, 2014

Snow



A dark day with lots of snow outside. Inside: reading, a violin practice, dancing while making apple crumble. His hugs. Always. I feel loved.


Thursday, January 16, 2014

Multitasking

I talked to her on the phone while I simultaneously listened to Aïsha practicing her piano and exchanged photo information with a friend on FB. No wonder my grandma said that the problem with our generation is the multitasking.



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

My dad

I listened as they asked him about welding, retirement money and my grandma’s career. It reminded me why I loved to ask him questions when I was their age (and still do).


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

New layers

       On the drive back in the fog, it hit me : there are no new beginnings.
       Only new layers.