The first family computer entered our house around 2000/2001. We were a techy family even in the 1990’s, having had desktops (with and without internet) for my dad’s business and work since the late 1980’s. But he was sick and tired of us “accidentally” moving icons around or deleting important files on the work computer.
Blogilates and I have an on again, off again relationship that spans over 8 years.
Somehow Mama P just knew that the way she did things were good, useful, and healthy. To this day I only have vague rationalizations for her practices, which I have adopted. So this post is more to pay homage to Mama P’s instincts than something spectacularly backed up by research. But in an ironic twist, a lot of government advice sounds very similar to what Mama P had been doing all along.
When I originally made my List of Goals a few years ago it was largely due to feeling like I was trapped in my circumstances. At the time, I had recently split from my then husband and was adjusting to life on my own. The nursing job I was in had been so important to get when I did: it was in that moment that I would either continue with nursing or give it up forever.
At the time of my early explorations, everthing I did had to meet the government allowance for movement and exercise: 1 hour a day, and only if I could walk to it. And I’m not about to start a GPS tracker from where I’m actually living, so Fistral Beach it is.
Not only has the COVID-19 pandemic been a weird time full stop. It’s been a weird time to try and accomplish goals, especially ones that involve exploring.
Having a driver’s license and a car is freedom.
Yes, there are financial obligations to having a car, like insurance, fuel and repairs. But the freedom you have in exchange is worth it.
The lockdown initiated by government due to COVID-19 has been a weird time for me, though I’m sure a lot of people around the world can relate.
It’s my birthday. I’m turned 34 yesterday.
It’s the first birthday I had without my mother, and it was so different:
I used to love travelling.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it. I just don’t love it right now.
The Bombay Sapphire website calls it a Bombay Mule.
But a rose by any other name, right?
Bombay Sapphire was the first gin I ever tried.
My mom introduced me to it when I was younger. (Actually, being of German descent, I was introduced all alcohol very young. But that’s another story.)
It’s not what you think.
I wasn’t waiting for the turn of the decade to create a New Year’s Resolution and start another blog, although I can appreciate the timing is suspicious.
