'My Dear God. I stand in awe of you
Faith triggers miracles.'
The waiting game...
Before we know it, yet another year has passed and then comes the dilemmas...
'Did I spend my time wisely? Did I even get close to achieving the goals I set the previous year? Those New Year's resolutions? So many expectations!'
Whatever has been, has been. Done and dusted.
However joyful and positive one may appear, there are always the battles within; the battles fought and the victories that follow. But I'm not comparing life to a battlefield; God, NO! It is the battles we fight in our thoughts, the rights and wrongs. Did I do the right thing? One thing is for sure: when I look back, my losses have been there to wake me up, and it is clear that everything has always been alright. So, why worry? And every 'failure' was there to help me look for a new direction. It was simply not meant to be if something did not work out.
They say a vision is the first step to making a dream a reality. Right now, I am envisioning myself at the age of eighty, writing my blog and still going to Fabric, raving! Haha. You know something: We can all dream and be positive about the outcome; however things may end up, we learn. Keep going at it strong, so if it doesn't happen and we die along the way, at least we die in hope.
The saga with Joshua's Business continues (that's my neighbours, who happen to claim to be Jehovah's Witnesses with significant attitude issues)! Sometimes, you just have to bully a bully, and at others, it is best to let them be. Everything went smoothly after 'I' asked for their forgiveness (if I had offended them), although they had been bullies all along - for almost the entire year of living in the new flat. I have been on several trips in the last month, and enduring the daily arguments of the people living above me, frankly, saddens me. It reminds me of how a couple can live in such misery and yet not do anything to make their relationship or their time together more pleasant and less painful! Seriously, I would not wish it on my enemy. So, the wifey Heloise came banging at my door one evening around 1:00am while Shiba and a couple of other friends had come over for a chat and boogie. As I opened the door, I found a lady with a shower cap, two robes belted around her waist bossing me:
"Haldita, at your age, you shouldn't be listening to music now. Act like your age!"
Seriously? I thought. I couldn't stop smiling at her comment, but she meant business: Joshua's business! Haha. So she threatened to call the noise police if I did not stop the music immediately. When I calmly replied:
"Heloise, I constantly listen to your sounds of moving furniture at 3 or 4am."
Heloise interrupted me by saying:
"Well, that's different. That's human noise. Yours is music noise!"
Wha'ever!
This sure dampened our mood, and my friends left shortly afterwards. The following day, however, I got thinking... I have done every act of kindness to these people and said thank you and sorry when necessary, but they have never uttered those simple words of humanity. She sure does not deserve my sympathy, but someone needs to show her who really is the boss here. That evening, some mad streak entered my veins, like the beast in me had awakened. When I put out the rubbish (a recycling bag full of bottles - evidence of our fun from the night before), I banged it onto the stone floor outside our house with all the force I could muster until Haloise's face appeared at the window above. I then pointed my index finger in the air and shouted from the bottom of my lungs:
"Hey, You! Don't you ever dare to do that again! Do you hear me? Ever! You've done nothing but be unkind, inhuman and horrid towards me ever since I moved here. You've been nothing but a bully. I've had it with you. Enough is enough!"
And without letting the woman upstairs utter a word, I left. When I closed my car door, my heart was pounding as the rush of adrenaline made me shake as never before. Sitting in the driver's seat, that's exactly where I felt my life had brought me, ready to take charge in every way. It was natural to look back at my life in a flash, from the frightened little girl I was to the woman I am now, without fear and all for justice. Something in me had sure moved, starting a year ago, and frankly, I liked who I saw in the driver's mirror. Show respect, and you will be respected.
After that evening's episode, I have not encountered any of the members of Adam's family. All I heard now and again was the husband arguing and telling the wife to listen to him as she was grumping away in the background. How sorry are those who want to bring you down with their suffering?
'Be a Fountain
Not a Drain'.
And to follow, I had a few friends around for dinner last Friday, and my Girl had her Christmas party here on Saturday, with youngsters making a proper racket of maturing voices chattering over the music.
And no complaint! Hmm... Good going.
Plus, I have been away three times in the past month.
First came a three-day stay at Champneys Spa in Hertfordshire with Shiba, who has criticised me for saying we are 'old friends' but phrased it more appropriately, considering the years. It had been a while since we went away together, and we started laughing when we drove off. Upon arrival, we complained about our room and the alternative they showed us, so we asked for what was a lovely suite looking onto the green grass of the countryside bursting with nature. The indoor pool was great, and only some people were swimming by the time we went at nightfall (which happens at 16:00 hours here in November). We had treatments and ate healthy meals. I walked alone one afternoon while Shiba power-walked with a couple we had met earlier in the mixed steam room. At first, the husband was in the steam when we walked in through the cloudy heat and straight into conversation. Shiba commented:
"I'd noticed you and your lady looking so happy together at the pool class. It's lovely to see these days."
The gentleman immediately responded:
"Oh! That's my secretary!"
We all burst into laughter after he confessed to being married for thirty-odd years (or maybe he said twenty). Long enough, in a soulful marriage, without children, and feeling blessed despite the few disagreements that every relationship has.
How did I get from my walk into the steam room? Only God knows!
Anyway... Camera in hand, I walked through the stillness of the autumnal chill, golden leaves still scattered on the ground, shining under the sun set in the bluest of winter skies.
On our last night, at dinner, a young girl turns up covered in a blanket, looking somewhat dishevelled and disturbed; complaining. As she turned to see us looking somewhat bemused, we were suddenly part of the conversation, and Shiba immediately invited her to join us for dinner. Nilaya happily sat next to us and continued to tell us about many of the sagas she had gone through in her short life. It turned out she had left her university dorm to spend the night with her sweetheart, who, apparently, was unaware she was coming. She was a pretty and petite little thing with a smooth dark complexion and long black wavy hair, and she sounded pretty intelligent. We gave her sound advice based on our experiences choosing partners wisely and bade her farewell. As we were walking along the long, quiet corridor, Shiba turned to me and asked:
"What was that all about? Hey?"
I replied: "Life sure is a mixed packet of AllSorts, my friend."
We got back home feeling refreshed, in mind and body, and I truly came to the decision that staying single still suited me best. After a chat with Maximo, he understood. So, we decided to remain friends and still go to Budapest's markets in December.
Then, there was news of Christofer (my longtime lover) announcing his arrival in London for a few days' stay on business. It was perhaps time to clear my life of men I had dated in the past, but whether the time to say goodbye to a man who had been partly in my life for the past nine years was going to just happen was a question I was not ready to answer, yet.
It will all be revealed in due time!
Faith triggers miracles.'
The waiting game...
Before we know it, yet another year has passed and then comes the dilemmas...
'Did I spend my time wisely? Did I even get close to achieving the goals I set the previous year? Those New Year's resolutions? So many expectations!'
Whatever has been, has been. Done and dusted.
However joyful and positive one may appear, there are always the battles within; the battles fought and the victories that follow. But I'm not comparing life to a battlefield; God, NO! It is the battles we fight in our thoughts, the rights and wrongs. Did I do the right thing? One thing is for sure: when I look back, my losses have been there to wake me up, and it is clear that everything has always been alright. So, why worry? And every 'failure' was there to help me look for a new direction. It was simply not meant to be if something did not work out.
They say a vision is the first step to making a dream a reality. Right now, I am envisioning myself at the age of eighty, writing my blog and still going to Fabric, raving! Haha. You know something: We can all dream and be positive about the outcome; however things may end up, we learn. Keep going at it strong, so if it doesn't happen and we die along the way, at least we die in hope.
The saga with Joshua's Business continues (that's my neighbours, who happen to claim to be Jehovah's Witnesses with significant attitude issues)! Sometimes, you just have to bully a bully, and at others, it is best to let them be. Everything went smoothly after 'I' asked for their forgiveness (if I had offended them), although they had been bullies all along - for almost the entire year of living in the new flat. I have been on several trips in the last month, and enduring the daily arguments of the people living above me, frankly, saddens me. It reminds me of how a couple can live in such misery and yet not do anything to make their relationship or their time together more pleasant and less painful! Seriously, I would not wish it on my enemy. So, the wifey Heloise came banging at my door one evening around 1:00am while Shiba and a couple of other friends had come over for a chat and boogie. As I opened the door, I found a lady with a shower cap, two robes belted around her waist bossing me:
"Haldita, at your age, you shouldn't be listening to music now. Act like your age!"
Seriously? I thought. I couldn't stop smiling at her comment, but she meant business: Joshua's business! Haha. So she threatened to call the noise police if I did not stop the music immediately. When I calmly replied:
"Heloise, I constantly listen to your sounds of moving furniture at 3 or 4am."
Heloise interrupted me by saying:
"Well, that's different. That's human noise. Yours is music noise!"
Wha'ever!
This sure dampened our mood, and my friends left shortly afterwards. The following day, however, I got thinking... I have done every act of kindness to these people and said thank you and sorry when necessary, but they have never uttered those simple words of humanity. She sure does not deserve my sympathy, but someone needs to show her who really is the boss here. That evening, some mad streak entered my veins, like the beast in me had awakened. When I put out the rubbish (a recycling bag full of bottles - evidence of our fun from the night before), I banged it onto the stone floor outside our house with all the force I could muster until Haloise's face appeared at the window above. I then pointed my index finger in the air and shouted from the bottom of my lungs:
"Hey, You! Don't you ever dare to do that again! Do you hear me? Ever! You've done nothing but be unkind, inhuman and horrid towards me ever since I moved here. You've been nothing but a bully. I've had it with you. Enough is enough!"
And without letting the woman upstairs utter a word, I left. When I closed my car door, my heart was pounding as the rush of adrenaline made me shake as never before. Sitting in the driver's seat, that's exactly where I felt my life had brought me, ready to take charge in every way. It was natural to look back at my life in a flash, from the frightened little girl I was to the woman I am now, without fear and all for justice. Something in me had sure moved, starting a year ago, and frankly, I liked who I saw in the driver's mirror. Show respect, and you will be respected.
After that evening's episode, I have not encountered any of the members of Adam's family. All I heard now and again was the husband arguing and telling the wife to listen to him as she was grumping away in the background. How sorry are those who want to bring you down with their suffering?
'Be a Fountain
Not a Drain'.
And to follow, I had a few friends around for dinner last Friday, and my Girl had her Christmas party here on Saturday, with youngsters making a proper racket of maturing voices chattering over the music.
And no complaint! Hmm... Good going.
Plus, I have been away three times in the past month.
First came a three-day stay at Champneys Spa in Hertfordshire with Shiba, who has criticised me for saying we are 'old friends' but phrased it more appropriately, considering the years. It had been a while since we went away together, and we started laughing when we drove off. Upon arrival, we complained about our room and the alternative they showed us, so we asked for what was a lovely suite looking onto the green grass of the countryside bursting with nature. The indoor pool was great, and only some people were swimming by the time we went at nightfall (which happens at 16:00 hours here in November). We had treatments and ate healthy meals. I walked alone one afternoon while Shiba power-walked with a couple we had met earlier in the mixed steam room. At first, the husband was in the steam when we walked in through the cloudy heat and straight into conversation. Shiba commented:
"I'd noticed you and your lady looking so happy together at the pool class. It's lovely to see these days."
The gentleman immediately responded:
"Oh! That's my secretary!"
We all burst into laughter after he confessed to being married for thirty-odd years (or maybe he said twenty). Long enough, in a soulful marriage, without children, and feeling blessed despite the few disagreements that every relationship has.
How did I get from my walk into the steam room? Only God knows!
Anyway... Camera in hand, I walked through the stillness of the autumnal chill, golden leaves still scattered on the ground, shining under the sun set in the bluest of winter skies.
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| Mushroom! |
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| Champneys Tring |
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| Hmm ... |
"What was that all about? Hey?"
I replied: "Life sure is a mixed packet of AllSorts, my friend."
We got back home feeling refreshed, in mind and body, and I truly came to the decision that staying single still suited me best. After a chat with Maximo, he understood. So, we decided to remain friends and still go to Budapest's markets in December.
Then, there was news of Christofer (my longtime lover) announcing his arrival in London for a few days' stay on business. It was perhaps time to clear my life of men I had dated in the past, but whether the time to say goodbye to a man who had been partly in my life for the past nine years was going to just happen was a question I was not ready to answer, yet.
It will all be revealed in due time!
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