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Invest in What’s Real

Invest in what’s real, who you really are and how you actually live your life.

I remember wandering aimlessly round the mall one Monday, and I was tempted more than once to fit myself into a size 0 pair of jeans that I spotted in a shop window.  The sales staff said, “Get it now before stocks run out.”

I thought about it for a second, and then I remembered that I couldn’t possibly squeeze myself into that tiny pair and decided I’d rather spend the money on my daughter’s trinkets and toys, a book I’ve long been wanting to read or maybe just save it toward the next trip to the malls.

Photo by Mark Mante

Someone once said we’re happiest when “our decisions most closely match our natures and our values.”

Well, I can relate that to our shopping addiction, err…decisions. Instead of spending money on the things you may have no use for in the future, ask yourself before purchasing anything, “How much do you need it? Will I die longing for it?”

This is a simple way of investing in your day-to-day life, and not feeding your fantasy life uselessly.

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Tears in Heaven (dedicated to the Connecticut Massacre Victims and Families)

I keep stopping while drafting this post.  Overflowing tears are blinding.

Tragedy strikes and you are engulfed in sorrow, disbelief.  Losing a child is like losing the ability to breathe, losing life itself.

Eric Clapton collaborated with Will Jennings to write this ballad in honor of Clapton’s four-year-old son Conor, who fell from a window of the 53rd-floor New York apartment of his mother’s friend in 1991.  What went on in Clapton’s mind the minute he saw Conor sprawled on the pavement? This song illustrates his grief and America comforted him hugely: the song is one of Clapton’s most successful and stayed in Billboard charts for weeks on end.

My heart goes out to the families and friends who are doing their best to cope with death.  Prayers keep one steady, retain peaceful and happy thoughts in one’s mind and heart —because how can you go on with your day when the person you love most goes away for good?

How can you put a handle on this pain that has intruded your sanity when lives have been snuffed out due to some heartless action?

There has to be a peaceful way out of this violence.  We get so hung up on laying the blame on just about anything in order to build up a story —because we are all clueless.

My friend says it quite aptly: we have long left love in the backyard of our dreams, sauntering out the door to meet with our egos.

In Your Bag

I woke up one morning and realized that my daughter has more bags than I could ever buy.

Well, she does own more pairs of shoes than I do, too. The number of pairs can very nearly rival Imelda Marcos’ collection, to my family’s amusement.

I went over to where she was watching Barney and rummaged through her “countless” bags, picked one at random as she danced and watched me like a hawk.

I empty the contents onto her bed.  She was talking non-stop — not to me, but to the bits and pieces on her bed.

Times have changed. The tides have turned.

And the contents of baby’s bags have somehow evolved.

From a Toddler’s Perspective

From a Toddler’s Perspective

My daughter and I constantly go through a couple of pieces we fancy all over the house and re-use them for any occasion of cos-play.

Unusual trinkets as well as classic pieces catch her attention and we both play the “rag-tag sitch” where I sometimes play the Grinch that stole Gabby’s gem.

“Mama! Hand over those pearls quick, oy!” she sometimes seems to shout whenever I happen to like what she wants. J’adore!

What are your favorite things?