Ok so I am having a moment. Bear with me.
I’m suffering from an attack of the multiple google pages open at once brain.
I came across a couple of pictures of me as a little-un and it sent my mind spiraling. One picture I do kind of remember. I was much younger and no wonder I look happy…I was making a Christmas cake with my nanna. Christmas is my favourite time of year (as in I go crazy!) and my nanna is like the Queen in my eyes. Not sure about that outfit though!
The other picture I remember quite clearly, I was deep in thought, a little troubled, and it shows. As an adult I still wear my heart on my sleeve and if I am anguished, it shows, that’s just me.
The cogs started turning. When I was this little girl, what did I want to be when I grew up? What was my plan for my life? Have I done that small girl proud in the life she wanted or have I messed up her dreams? I have failed massively in one area because at one point I was convinced I was going to be the next Liesl Von-Trapp from The Sound of Music! The latter picture was taken on vacation in Spain on the rooftop of our villa. I used to disappear up there, sing and dance across the rooftop without a care in the world rocking a blue skirt I felt ‘grown-up’ in! If any of you have heard me sing, then it’s pretty obvious I should stick to my day job (and karaoke doesn’t count!).
I remember other things I wanted to be when I grew up, funny how when you are little the possibilities are endless! Your view of the world is different. You don’t think about whether you have the skills or the money, you just decide you want to be something. Fear doesn’t exist. The thoughts are purely purpose-focused. So why can’t we apply those same principles now? Just imagine! Put it out there and go for it, dreams can come true.
I had decided from an early age I wanted to be an astronaut, a hairdresser, a lawyer, an actress, a fashion designer (I used to customize my own clothes so obviously I thought I was Coco Chanel) and a writer….ahhhh now that is making more sense. I gotta try and dig out the book I started to write when I was 7. I wonder what my junior imagination was like compared to now, I actually don’t think it’s going to be wildly different!
I like to think that I have done the mini me proud. I certainly never envisaged I would be living amongst palm trees, by the equator and on a red dot island we call Singapore.
What what did you want to be when you were little, mini, tiny you?
It’s finally arrived. Pure indulgence coming right up.
My weekends are precious. Time is of no importance, the watch is put away and the alarms are turned off. All week I am clock bound whether it be attending meetings or a spin class so being carefree for 2 days is awesome.
It’s time to put my feet up a bit, this week has been eventful for the poor little blighters. They are still sore from a 6 hour team walk which happened on Wednesday evening. We covered 16km, walking from the CBD through to a popular island resort in Singapore called Sentosa. This is one of my favourite places, the properties are out of this world and it really is a millionaires playground! It has a 2km long beach, many hotels, golf courses, serious boatage on the marina and of course Universal Studios.
So of course, the walk wasn’t ever going to be a boring one. My belly still hurts from laughing so much.
As we walked through Resort World all I could think of was sweets. I knew there was a Candylicious store somewhere and I was on a mission to buy a truck load of penny sweets. Although, they definitely aren’t a penny anymore, mine cost $23! Like whaaaaaaa?! Okay okay I did buy 0.6kgs of them but in my defense, come on, how often do you buy pick n mix?! I also came across a very important bar of chocolate which looks like a cure for all men when they are sick!
We grabbed dinner at Coastes on Siloso Beach. I love it here as the tables and sun loungers are placed on the beach, right up to the shore. Dinner on the beach, how cool right? We were so focused on finishing the walk that it really was a quick bite to eat then back on our feet checking out how the other half live in mansion city (seriously I have never seen anything like it!) before finally ending the night with a beer. I ended the day on 39,500 steps though! BOOM!
Thankfully now the weekend is here, my feet are my friends again.
Weekends for me are an assessment of the week, reflecting on the good stuff I have achieved and taking well earned me time.
What I love about weekends
Sleeping in and lazing around. Having time to reflect and think.
Drinking endless cups of tea! I think my kettle should just have a continuous on switch to help make life easier. Oh and a butler would be nice!
Going out for brekkie. I love nipping to my local to grab my favourite eggs benedict. Plus it gives me an excuse to have a few cheeky coffees whilst blogging.
What do you love about weekends?
There are so many fascinating and intriguing articles out there on happiness.
They are becoming more prominent, so much analysis now goes into what makes people happy. The most recent thought-provoking articles for me have been centered around whether money makes you happy? I am sure we all have our own thoughts around this and I am in neither camp on whether it does or it doesn’t because I actually think, for me, it does and it doesn’t (if that even makes sense!).
A lot of science and research goes into articles such as How to be Happy and The Secret to Happiness and of course as an information junkie, I absorb these articles like a sponge. Because well, why not, everyone wants to be happy right? And the sad thing is, not everyone is, or feel they they can be. Many people really struggle with this for numerous reasons and it’s difficult to pull yourself out of a slump and magic away that god dam awful feeling when the chips really are down.
I am a firm believer in the attitude of gratitude. It does however have to become a habit for it to really work. I still recall reading Richard Branson’s article not so long ago, with the title 65 things that make me happy. As soon as I saw the banner I thought omg there is no way I could think of 65 things! I was of course slightly curious and wanted to know what his secret is for that constant smile! Well, what a surprise. Reading it made me realize I had been thinking too hard about the things that make me happy. I was thinking huge, massive things and in that list was my favourite pair of shoes (?!) but instead, his was a catalogue of small, humble every day things that we most likely forget about and almost certainly sometimes take for granted! This completely changed my thinking. Suddenly my head was full of things that make me chipper, and it was way over 65!
For fear of giving you that list as long as an Ikea receipt, I present to you my selected 10 and in no particular order…
1.Romance – let’s face it, that being in love feeling, when you catch yourself smiling for no reason is awesome.
2. New York – not quite where to start with this but it’s my favourite city, the place where I really feel alive. I smile just sitting on a bench with a cawwfee and a bagel.
3. Flowers – there is something about having flowers in the apartment which lift my spirits. They can instantly transform a room and they make me cheery.
4. Dinner in – I am no Nigella but I enjoy cooking a relaxed dinner at home. Simple dishes washed down with a bottle of Chianti…ahh bliss.
5. Dinner out – it’s even better when you don’t have to wash the dishes!
6. Loved ones – my nearest and dearest, near and far.
7. Walking barefoot in the sand – white sandy beaches + no shoes = liberation and relaxation.
8. Blogging – settling into my writers corner on subjects which are important to me, hitting publish and receiving comments from my readers. Even today I received feedback that a friend had shared one of my previous articles Farewell My Friend to their family in Ireland who loved it and I had inspired them to write a blog about returning home from being an expat. The feeling of having influenced someone in such a positive way is incredible!
9. Fireworks – something about these makes me pretty emosh and accompanying the watery eyes is always a grateful, happy smile.
10. A bubble bath – well say no more, who doesn’t love one of these?!!
What are the smaller things in your life which make you happy?