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Me the Pessimist

I must say I have a lot of negative energy in me. I am a hard core pessimist. I usually decide that things will just not go my way and give up at the very beginning. This in particular has been detrimental to my writing career. I have loads of ideas but have been skeptical as regards to getting them on paper and even if I have managed to bring my ideas to life, I start doubting if any magazine would be interested. I have been trying hard to come out of my negative skin and have succeeded a few times and those were the times my articles got printed. Not many, I must say.

I guess I lack the confidence and the passion. I need to completely get over my negativity because that’s the only thing that’s stopping me from becoming an accomplished writer. I’ve read so many books on overcoming this negative element but then these self help books have not been of much help. I tend to sleep midway into the book. I have friends and family supporting me but my cynical attitude has been my greatest disadvantage. So let me see, I try to get at least 5 articles in print this year. I give myself a goal and I just might overcome my disability.

But, what if I don’t? Oh! Boy, here I go again.

Desire for a Home

As kids my brother and I loved to play house. We used our precious Lego collection to create the outline of our dream house complete with bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms, living rooms, and even a secret hideout. Those were childish ambitions for a house equipped with the latest technologies, which were never heard of then. As I entered my preteens, my desire grew with me, so did the number of bedrooms, a huge swimming pool, a spacious lawn, a Jacuzzi etc…. The house that I dreamt of was always enormous. Finally, when my parents shifted to a bigger house I was excited. I finally had a bedroom of my own with an attached bathroom and a balcony, huge windows and a built in wardrobe. I was ecstatic. But, I still dreamt of a house with bedrooms that have walk in wardrobes, huge chandeliers, a party hall with the latest music system and even a helipad. Now, those were adolescent dreams. When, I ventured into the world as an adult, I realized that having a roof over your head was something to be cherished. The house no matter how small can always bring comfort. Today, I have no desire for that massive house equipped with the latest technologies and facilities. All I want is a house that I can call my home. No matter how small, a place where my children can come home to for their father’s guidance and their mother’s cooking. A home of my own.

Back after a Loooooooooooooong break

I was on a break. Had loads of things on hand. I've turned into a complete workaholic. My day starts at 4:30 am and ends at 12:00 am, with two hours sleep during the afternoon. I do need my afternoon siesta or I would go completely mad.

A few years back when my first born was just 6 months old I felt I had so much time but nothing worthwhile to do and no one to talk to. I was new to Abu Dhabi though I'd spent my entire life in Dubai, I was lonely. All my friends in Dubai seemed busy and I would wonder what to do with my time. That really got me depressed. Now, I have no time to think. Writing, crochet and knitting (I want to make some stuff for the upcoming woman's day exhibition here)and then there are the kids. Anyway I've started working on a few ideas. I would love to blog for money but frankly I have no idea how it works. Got to do my homework on that.

Just visited Chryselle's blog and I was surprised and pleased to find my name among the list of writers she likes. So sweet. I must say Chryselle you are a very kind person. I would love to meet you some day.