Author: Angelina Lee

It has been just over a week since the formal plan to limit the population from leaving their homes unnecessarily has been rolled out. Other than trips to the groceries and pharmacies, all ‘non-essential’ services have been curtailed. For us, it has been three weeks since schools have closed and we have made our very abrupt, very unforseen transition to stay-at-home, school-from-home, work-from-home life. It hasn’t been without its challenges, but we are managing this ‘new normal’ as best as we can.

Continue reading “Waiting for Morning”

It has all happened in quick succession. About ten days ago the kids came home from school on a Friday afternoon, excited to start the weekend. We were all eager to enter into the next few days which brought with them a schedule packed tightly with competitions from various extra curricular activities.

But none of it was to be.

Continue reading “A Poui and a Pandemic”

It’s taken a little time to process what happened yesterday. The details are sketchy as it all happened in a blink, but the bottom line is that within moments, things went from normal and quiet to uncertain and panic-stricken; within a few seconds, one of my loves managed to have scalding liquid spilt on both hands.

Continue reading “A Burning Fear”

My littlest love asked me to play a game with her. I made my way to sit on the ground while she studied the board games. She picked up Perfection and sat beside me.

Perfection is a cute little game where you have sixty seconds in which you must fit various little shapes into their respective slots before the timer runs out and the tiny shapes are catapulted off of the board.

Not the best choice of game if you are a friend to fear like me.

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Two months are done already. Another is about to start. How did this happen?

Perhaps you haven’t quite gotten to the changes that you had resolved to make two months ago. (After all, wasn’t it just the other day? ) Perhaps you hoped that by now things would have been a little different. That progress would have been evident. Perhaps you have abandoned the dreams you dreamt as the night sky lit up, heralding in a new year of possibilities. Heralding in a new you.

Continue reading “Today can still be that day”

We tend to rush around, believing that life is a race to be won. But this race is not for the swift.

When we slow our pace and take the time to enjoy the things that spark joy in our lives, something dramatic happens. We feel ignited. We feel energised. We find peace.

Continue reading “Make Time for Life”

I haven’t recorded my thoughts in a while. I came down with the flu and felt miserable. I was sick, I was lethargic and I was tired.

Too tired to be inspired.

Continue reading “Too Tired to be Inspired”

I used to think that there were many things that I simply couldn’t do.

I thought that they were little things. But they weren’t. They were big, BIG things.

I used to say…

I can’t take a moment during a busy day to pause and to be still. I have too much to do.

I can’t schedule activities that are not work-related during the week. I am too swamped for that.

Continue reading “Actually, I can…”

I love the word ‘becoming’.

It implies that I am not where I used to be.
That growth has taken place.
That change, no matter how small, is evident and purposeful.

Continue reading “I am Becoming”

“When I grow up I want to be just like my husband!”

For years I’ve said this jokingly. I have always admired his seemingly innate ability to be at peace no matter what he faces in life. Although I admired it, I neither understood nor fully appreciated it. If I’m honest, his ability to remain cool-headed at all times used to irritate me to my core. I would accuse him of not being passionate about anything, all the while working myself up into a bigger frenzy.

It wasn’t until my own over-committed schedule and constant agitation caused me to halt, reassess my life and journey inward in order to cultivate a more meaningful and intentional existence that I started to understand my husband’s perspective.

Continue reading “Choosing Your Response”