Life – from the perspective of a feisty middle-aged woman.
Despite the (supposedly) inspirational movement of encouraging women to be proud of their no-makeup look, my view has been the same for over two decades now, that we should be proud of something we earn, something we work hard for, not something we got for free.
A friend of mine visits his elderly mother every week and notices that the aged care home she’s in has many old people who are alone, and many of them look like they have no will to live. While feeling sad after hearing this and wanting to entertain them all, I also begin to plan what I’m going to do should I live in an aged care home one day (if I’m still alive). Here is my weekly plan:
Every human being experiences at least one emotional wound throughout their life. But if this wound is not resolved, not only it will impede their potential, but it will also be destructive over time.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always suspected that there’s no such thing as ‘boring people’. Every time I think a person is boring, I’d challenge myself to find why he/she appears to be boring. Do they find themselves boring too? What’s in their head? How can they live like that?
One of my neighbours is a family with three daughters, the eldest is 12, and the youngest is 7. Every day around 6 pm, the oldest daughter comes out of the house to call their cat, letting the cat know it’s dinner time. With her cute, little girly voice, she’d call the cat repeatedly, slowly,…
