Live to read and read to live!
Last blog, 10 days ago.
Why? Blockage
What’s the reason? Im stressing about finding a new place to rent before the end of the month.
Because? Myself and my husband are expecting another baby and decided to terminate our lease on our old apartment earlier than agreed.
How come? We need a bigger space for our toddler and new born baby and would like to be settled before he arrives.
Were we quite chuffed with ourselves for finding a tenant for our old flat? Yes we were.
Are we internally worried that we won’t find a place in time? Im expressing it, his suppressing it.
Are we both trying to be positive to avoid the other one from stressing? We want a tension free home J
Are we morons? Yes we are!
Am I a dramatic, fuss and worry pot of note?
ALL TOGETHER NOW: You are the mascot!
Now that I got that off my chest, I would like to continue by saying….
You know that point in your life where you are doing a lot of things but you are not achieving anything.
Im there right now.
People often tell you “baby steps.”
Well how about baby steps in 3 different directions….googoo gaga!
For example, Im reading 3 books at the moment.
I know its slightly different when it comes to books as they are always beneficial, no matter how you finish them, but often I feel like I am not achieving as much as I would like to.
According to me the books you are currently reading are often an indication of where you are at in your life.
At the moment my BAM (book aura medium…yes I made that up) tells that I am a woman in her late 20’s, stressed about a place to live, aware of her weight, learning about her toddler and yearning for more spiritual knowledge.
Books on my bedside goes something like this:
1. French women don’t get fat by Mireille Guiliano
2. Toddler taming by Dr Christopher Green
3. The prophet Musa by Harun Yahya
When im not procrastinating my reading at home, I am using my free time to look for property rentals, sales, ALWAYS worrying about a place to live.
I know this is not exactly classified under reading but I am literally reading specifications for property, that’s what I mean J
I often think about the first book I ever read when reaching a cul-de-sac.
Longing to just see socks run and gaze the attention shortage away, I associate Cathy and Mark with a childlike stress free zone.
For about the next 5 minutes from that point onwards I see myself running across a sunny open field without a care in the world, laughing amorously.
If I look at my own little tot, at 10 months, she started reading the standard books, shapes, numbers, etc.
I wonder what I was reading at her age, the point is I don’t remember, will she?
I need to ask my mum.
In conclusion , I am stressed, therefore reading is stressful and all I long for is that happy place with colourful pics and stress free zone.
This will inevitably come once we sort out housing occupation.
To those of you who finds this post TOTALLY nonsensical …. STOP READING MY BLOG!
To those of you who are beginning to understand my chronicles of random poo….Keep on reading J