‘…we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.’ – Will Durant

The start of each new year is met with great expectations of things all of a sudden changing for the better. Somehow we believe that as the calendar turns to the first day of the new year everything will be reset and we will erase the bad circumstances of the past year. But that is not how things are in reality.

The past cannot be erased. It happened. And unless we suffer from memory loss, it will always be a part of us. Reminding us of our shortcomings and our failures. But the past does not have to define our future. We have the power to decide how we react to past events which will then lead to a more successful and happier future.

We make the choice to either dwell on past mistakes or move forward and learn from them. The goal being that we not repeat such mistakes. Errors in judgement and misunderstandings are made by every human being but within those mistakes are life’s lessons if we choose to listen.  Otherwise we risk repeating the past and never develop as an individual and realise our potential in being able to attain our goals.

Great expectations can lead to great disappointments if those expectations are unrealistic or not well within our reach. On the other hand, making the choice to learn from the past and not dwell on our failures can lead to a more satisfying future.

Reality is what we make it. It does not happen to us but is the result of our interpretation of what we learn from past events. The future is in our hands. But we have to put in the work and not expect things to simply fall into place by merely wishing for a better tomorrow. Habits are formed over the long term. They take effort, time, and commitment. Doing something, even a small amount, on a daily basis leads to a future that we create. One where we are in control. The only thing holding us back is the limitation we place on ourselves. The thoughts in our minds can either propel us forward or hold us back. The choice is ours to make.


sunset 05october2018

The end of my second week at my new employer has come to a close. After one more week of training, our class will be let loose to conquer the challenging role of customer service. It is a type of job that everyone should experience at least once in their lives since it touches upon every aspect of human interaction from personal to business life.

Unlike my previous role, this work deals directly with customers. Remaining calm, engaging, and having problem solving skills are key elements. We have all been in the reverse role where we have at times found ourselves yelling to the employee of a credit card company, bank, or any kind of business when we did not get the answer we expected.

If you ever take the time to consider the person on the other end of the phone, you might think twice about the tone and manner you carry out your request or complaint.

As with any new endeavour, conditioning oneself to adapt to a new way of doing things will take time. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator to the fifth floor of the parking garage is one of those situations which might seem to involve a great deal of effort but which benefits us in the end. Another is learning not to be fearful of the person on the other end of the line. But is all comes down to conditioning ourselves to think in a way which will bring us past our fears and familiar old ways.

Once we are able to move beyond that which hinders us, we experience a world of opportunity and growth. For without change, there is no growth.


sunset 04october2018

The colours were the same as yesterday so I bent down in the tall wispy grass to take a sunset photo from a different vantage point than yesterday. My son followed suit and made an attempt at a similar photograph making sure to keep in mind the rule of thirds I explained to him two days ago.

My daughters preferred to stay home and play on their devices instead of enjoying the gift nature gives us on a daily basis. Perhaps one day they will disconnect from the hold that modern technology has on them. Until then, I will share the sunsets with anyone who wishes to bask in its beauty.

Perspectives change when we make a shift. When we seek another vantage point. A move towards something unfamiliar. Something new and different. It might be uncomfortable at first, but in the end it is worthwhile as we find ourselves in the midst of growth brought about by change.


sunset 03october2018

‘What I hate about circle clocks in Europe is that they only go up to 12’, my son proclaimed this morning at breakfast.

Interesting, I thought, then wondered if such a clock truly exists.

After coming home from work I had to know. I went to Google and discovered that ‘Yes, there are ‘circle clocks’ that go up to 24’. In fact, I found two different versions.

One version has a single string of numbers from 0 to 24 whilst another version mimics the traditional 12-hour clock but with a second row added underneath the numbers with 13-24 so as to correspond with the 12-hour clock. One thing which puzzles me is that I’m not certain how to tell the minutes on the first type of clocks.

Sometimes children have a way to make us stop and think about things which would otherwise simply pass us by in the everyday busyness of life. Things we might have at one time thought about ourselves when we were young.


sunset 02oct2018

Time is a concept with varied meanings. We prefer to think of time as never ending. Believing we have limitless hours to do whatever we please. We put off setting goals. We delay making that phone call or replying to that email as we reason we can do it tomorrow. We tell ourselves we will wait until next summer or winter to take that vacation we have dreamed about for months or even years.

In reality, time is fleeting. It is not a guarantee. The only assurance we have is of the present moment and the realisation that no two moments will ever be the same.

The moment we become aware of the limitless nature of time, the more we tend to accomplish. For it is this sense of urgency which pushes us to do the things we have postponed for another time. A time which might never come.


1 october 2018

October has arrived and with it the anticipation of cooler nights spent indoors snuggled under a warm blanket on the couch with a good book to read. However, the heat of summer lingers as the weather does not yet realise that the calendar has changed, advancing another month towards winter.

Autumn brings us closer towards the end of the year when we find ourselves seemingly more grateful than other months of the year. When we start seeing everything pumpkin. When orange and red dominate the shops we enter and the scent of cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, and ginger overwhelm our olfactory senses.

As with spring, autumn can be a season for new beginnings. A time for reflection on ways to improve aspects of our lives which would bring us closer to that sense of fulfillment we desire. That contentment we strive to achieve. But in order for us to reach that destination, we need to embrace inevitable change and realise that things can never be the same tomorrow as they are today.


Just when you think you can move forward in peace, something else comes along to make you think otherwise.

Then there are those little things which somehow keep you focused and grounded. Beautiful smiles on our children's faces and the everchanging colours of a sunset.

Setbacks are expected in any situation. Just like sailors in a storm, one needs to learn how to navigate them with care.


The early morning started out dark. The power was out in our house. It was also dark in the neighbourhood, I noted as I opened the door to look outside. I wondered how long it had been out. Improvisations were needed or else nothing would be done.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and then showered, put on makeup, and prepared breakfast. I planned on us having toasted English muffins but the oven was not working. Cereal was our next best option as we just had yogurt yesterday morning.

As the time came to go awaken the children from their slumber, the power returned. But there was still not enough time to toast the English muffins. They finished their breakfast whilst I put together the lunches and then hurried through my breakfast. Getting used to a new routine will take a while but somehow we make do.

Today I could finish my shift at work with some cooperation in the after school care. But we met the children at the middle school for my daughter's Spring concert where she played the trumpet. Afterwards we stopped by the grocery store for some Haagen Dazs then home to make a later than usual dinner.

We made it through another day of a new routine just slightly more tired than the night before. But the most important part is that we made it together and with a little understanding and combined effort which I hope continues.


My children are my world. They are my sunshine on a rainy, stormy day. My breeze on a warm summer day.

My children are my life. They make me smile. They make me laugh.

My children are my everything. In their absence the sound of silence is deafening. When they are with me, all feels right in my world.


‘This is the best cake ever!’ said Cinnamon.

‘I want this next year for my birthday’ said Sage.

‘I want this in the form of cupcakes’ said Saffron, whose birthday is coming up this summer.

‘I want this every year for my birthday’ continued Sage.

The cake was a recipe I developed for my older daughter’s 6th birthday whilst in Germany in the summer of 2012. I called it Rustic Ricotta Cake and the notes I wrote in my recipe notebook were ‘most awesome’. This time I added a topping which the children called more of a glaze than frosting. Both they and I do not like frosting and I almost never frost my cakes. Today was an exception. I was struggling with it today and had to remake it with another container of mascarpone but the addition of lemon zest and lemon juice made a great difference the second time around.

We rushed through my son’s 9th birthday celebration but enjoyed the limited time we had tonight. First he opened his presents. He guessed the soft package wrapped in green tissue paper was some type of clothing. It was a black shirt depicting six drawings of the sinking of the Titanic. My son is fascinated with the Titanic and still has a wooden model to build from Christmas.

He also read the title of the book through the cream-coloured tissue paper. ‘A Black Hole is Not a Hole’. The next two presents he did not guess but was pleasantly surprised when he opened them. A 3-D puzzle of Big Ben to add to his London collection and the one thing he really wanted but did not know came in Lego form. A ship in a bottle. He wanted to open it right away but we were pressed for time and still had the cake to eat.

I was happy to be able to spend this time with my children.


mothers day sunset 2018

The children were excited to give me their presents this morning as I went upstairs to check on them. Some they made. Others they bought. They know that I prefer anything they make. Including the aluminum foil 'cat bed' as my son called it.

Back downstairs, I started to make a special Sunday breakfast. My older daughter wanted to help. At least this way, she reasoned, she would not be on her iDevice. Of course that only lasted as long as she was helping me. Then she was back upstairs on her iPhone though Sundays I prefer to have a 'no device day'. The younger two understand that rule but the oldest is clearly addicted to her phone.

I cherished the time I had with my daughter helping make breakfast. The lemon ricotta mixture for the crepes, the strawberries and blueberries also with lemon zest and a little sugar, and the crepe batter. She was amazed at the transformation of the ricotta into something tastily edible with the simple addition of caster sugar and lemon zest. She made a double batch to be sure we had plenty for the crepes.

When the crepes were all made, we sat down and enjoyed them along with the berries. Out of the three children, my son was the one who could finish only half of what was on his plate. But he did return to the table later to finish the rest.

Afterwards I cleaned the kitchen island and started preparations for the lemon yogurt cake I later made with my son. I planned on making spaghetti sauce with my middle daughter but ran out of time as they had to be at their father's house by 18,00. At least we had crepes and cake. I'm hoping next time we can make something more.

Today was a day to celebrate mothers. I like to think of it rather as a day for mothers and children as without children there would be no mothers.

Every year is a different experience. The children are growing and developing different interests. But what is most important is to remember to make the most of the time we have. No matter the circumstances.


Sometimes things do not work out as we would like. Sometimes the timing is simply off. And at other times we lose all hope of anything going right at all. There are choices we must make but their outcomes are uncertain. Yet somehow we must move forward.

At time we pause. We sit and wonder. What if this or what if that. But we will not know until the time comes.

My husband has a job offer. In Ireland.  His employer is so pleased with his work that he is even willing to pay for his flight to Shannon. We have a choice to make. And there are many to make before the year's end.

Perception is everything but it can also be nothing at all. We all have choices to make. Paths to choose. For the decisions we make will have a lasting impact on our future. On our goals. Much like the butterfly effect.

A seemingly insignicant occurrence can lead to one of great significance.



At times it is difficult to see the good in an otherwise bad situation. We know it must be somewhere but finding it proves to be a challenge. Such is the case at this point in my life when I long to focus on my future but have a dark cloud hanging over me.

These past several months have been the most difficult I have experienced thus far. Having to fight for the right to continue seeing my children every other week is a battle I never expected to have to fight but I promised to do whatever was in my power for the sake of my three children.

Life seems to have been put on hold and turned upside down at the same time. We are living in survival mode as if in a war which is really what this has become. Somehow we continue to move forward. Somehow we make it through yet another day. Somehow we will find that silver lining.


Friday has finally arrived and I am happy that tomorrow I will have an internet connection. The work week is over but I was quite focused today. Listening to music helped me exceed my goal which made me feel accomplished at least for one day. I was able to tune out everything and everyone else and simply focus on getting the work done.

The day was warm which made it not too bad when I left work after the sun had set. I had boxes in the car from the morning when I went to the apartment before work to drop a few things off for my husband. The lease will soon be over but still not soon enough. The apartment management has done nothing to ease this transition yet they give all kinds of incentives to new tenants just to entice them. ‘There is nothing we can do’ they keep saying. But we all know this is not true.

After work I first drove to the house to take the boxes to the garage. I then continued to the apartment to pick up the hub. Disconnecting the coax cable from the wall was pointless as it seemed to have fused to the wall connector but I am sure the internet guy will have one. It’s interesting to observe how we have become so dependent on being connected to the world. As if somehow we are missing out on something if we are disconnected even for one day. However, such is the case these days.


My eyes are tired and seem to be getting more out of focus as time goes on. Sitting in front of two computer screens on a daily basis is a great contributor to my bloodshot eyes. I need new glasses but wish I did not need them in the first place.

I made it to work earlier today so I was able to leave during daylight hours. But I wish I could work from home. Writing books. Doing something creative. Anything to avoid spending hours sitting in a tiny cubicle and sitting in traffic.

The sound of cars passing by the bedroom window can be both calming and unnerving. I need to remember this for the next house. The house needs to be far away from a busy road. I have a longing for quiet when reading and sleeping.


Today was quite a bit warmer than yesterday. I started to think about the return of spring and the sun’s later descent. It is unnerving to awaken and to leave work when it is pitch black outside. I long for the sun’s early morning greeting and look forward to photographing beautiful sunsets once again.

The children return to school tomorrow and should have been here tomorrow after school for three nights if I had at least their rooms set up. But I do not and thus have my work planned out for the weekend so that I can see them the following Sunday when things should be more pleasant.

So far the year has not been too different than most of the months of the old year but time will tell whether change for the better is in store for us.


The second day of the year was not as good as the first. The biting cold made it difficult to leave the warmth of the house to return to work. The freezing weather was more conducive to staying indoors and fixing up the house now filled with boxes and furniture waiting to be sorted.

The move of the past weekend left me tired. Both physically and emotionally drained. The large bruise on my right thigh from the fall of the footboard of my son’s bed is still sore and now turns from blue to yellow. The pain in my right shoulder and back is piercing yet I still wish to continue with setting up this house which will be our home for more than a year.

I made it to the apartment after work to drop off food for the kittens as my husband takes care of them there whilst I take care of the house. I grabbed a few more of those little things and know there will be more trips back to the apartment over this next month until the lease is over. Yet somehow I know I must manage the great transition. It is never easy to start over in another place but at least this time I have more than a year until a possible next move.


It was a peaceful start to the new year. I spent the day alone at home. I went nowhere and it felt good not to have to drive anywhere. To not have to go to shops. To do nothing but relax.

My children texted me throughout the day and it brought me much happiness. My son wished me a happy new year told me he could not believe it was already 2018. That it did not feel like 2018. I then wondered how does a new year feel. I told my son it will be a good year. He wrote back that it will be a good year with the cats and that he will build a lot of Legos and puzzles.

I did manage to work on the house a bit but mostly stayed in bed. It was cold outside which made spending the first day of the new year indoors a good option. Tomorrow I return to work but look forward to returning home to work on the house some more. This year is the year I take my life back. When I do things which make me happy. I will do whatever it takes to make this year better than the year before and the years before that.


The end of a most tumultuous year is here. It was indeed an intense year with more changes than I ever anticipated. At the end of last year, I had hoped for a better 2017 but it turned out to be nothing more than a rollercoaster ride that I now wish to exit. My hope for this next year is more stability for both me and the children.

There are many things I wished could be different. However, life had another path for me to take and now I need to see where it will lead me next year. This new place is not my ideal house but it is a house with more space for the children. The other house was better. The one with the casita. For that I would need a different job.

One day perhaps I will have my own place and a better job. For now I will make this place our home to the best of my ability. Life is unpredictable but we have the ability to make decisions which will make for a better life. I bid farewell to 2017 and greetings to a peaceful 2018.