Busy Is A Sickness

Originally posted on The Accidental Missionary:


I’m busy.

I don’t know about you, but anytime I am asked, “How’s it going?” I never just say “fine” anymore. Instead, my stock response is always some degree of frazzled. The scale ranges from “busy”, to “crazy busy” to “nutballs.”

The good news is, my answer is usually met with sympathetic response, which is as reassuring as it is depressing.

“Tell me about it! We are, too!”

“I know! Isn’t it insane!”

“There’s never enough time in the day, is there?”

But something changed about a month ago. I bumped into a friend at the gym. Instead of sympathizing when I said I was “crazy busy,” he simply asked,

“Really? So what do you have going on today?”

I had to stop and think for a moment. No one has ever asked me to “describe my busy.” So I conducted a mental review of our calendar before explaining that…

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Love Note

I’m certain that all of us who blog have moments where we sit back and wonder, is there really any point to the things we say that we put out there? Are enough people reading it for me to continue doing what I do? Am I better off just leaving this right here and proceeding with all the two million other things on my to-accomplish list?

I’ve had my fair share of those too, infact every single time I go through a phase where there is so much clutter in my life that I cannot find the space in my mind to process thoughts I think these same cycle of thoughts all over again. Do I continue or do I just let go?

This post is dedicated to all my 282 followers, and those few others who I know read the senseless things I have to say every now and again. Have I told you lately that I love you?

This week I met the one of the two human beings who was responsible for inspiring me to begin blogging. We weren’t close friends, you could barely pass us off for friends, but two years ago in one of our occasional exchanges on facebook he suggested I begin a blog. So I did.

It was literally one of those instances in life where you sit back and have a JUST WHY THE HELL NOT moment.

He was one of those people who was there, cheering me on in the background through the past two years to go do everything I have wanted to do and be everything I thought I could be, but never really coming to the forefront. I didn’t know what to expect when we were to meet.

I guess if there is one thing this week has taught me it is that people’s phenomenal nature WILL translate.

Amongst our three meetings and million and twenty five things that we talked about, you lovelies popped up. He asked me how our relation was going and I told him that mine was probably one of the slowest blogs on wordpress, there was something else that I realized in that moment. It was how committed I was to you wonderfuls. I told him that my two hundred and somethings are my life, and if even just for one of you each day, I will continue to write.

Do you know how dearly and deeply crazy I am about each of you? YOU. Yes you, and YOU, and YOU. YOU MATTER TO ME. I matter to myself only because of you, like I always say you and you alone are what I call my better half.

I know I haven’t been blogging much for the past couple of weeks but I want to send this one out to ALL of you, who have been here from the start or just a few hours, to all of you who still check back every day even when I don’t write, to all of you who take time to like and comment on my posts, to all of you who carry back even a smidgen of hope from my words, thankyou. I truly mean it when I say that knowing you exist is my redemption. I love you.

My posting schedule may be a little haywire for the next few weeks as well so do bear with me, but I promise to give it my all because you are the only thing worth it!



So, You Think I’m A Monster

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Couldn’t have said it better myself. For all those tattered relations after which we turn each other into monsters in our minds eye.

Originally posted on Serendipity and Creativity:

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When people break up, grow apart or lose each other, they have to find a way to keep going. They have to make it acceptable to live without someone they thought they couldn’t live without. They have to turn people into monsters in their mind. They make their hearts cold to that person, because if they don’t, it doesn’t make sense. If they don’t, it hurts. It causes doubt, and doubt is poisonous to strength.

So, you think I’m a monster. You took the things that you loved about me, and turned them into ugly, horrible traits. You turned them into reminders of why we couldn’t work. You turned them into reminders of why you’re supposed to hate me. You turned them into reasons life is better without me, and that it’s supposed to be that way. Because we lost each other for a reason. Right? Because this is what’s…

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Me Time


It has been LONG since I’ve just taken myself out for some me time. No better place to begin the investment than at a place I consider to be the heart of this city, this lovely church.
Have I told you about the new cafe that opened up on these grounds?
This is like my two favourite things combined, church time with coffee! LOVELY!




The best chocolate there is


My thoughts exactly.

Originally posted on Steve and Jon's best things:

There will be no arguments on this one. I’ve found the best. If you disagree I have to tell you that you are wrong.

The best chocolates…Guylian seashells.

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Oh my DAYS these things are amazing!

If you are unfamiliar with Guylian’s goodness then they are seashell shaped chocolates full of praline. The praline is what makes them great in my opinion. They’re creamy, tasty, not too rich or heavy, different from a plain chocolate but still simple, just right.

You might feel strongly about some fancy pants cham-lame truffles you had once which cost you a bomb, but I really don’t see how you can top a Guylian. If you believe that you’ve found a chocolate better than Guylian seashells then just send them my way and I’ll happily test out your theory.


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