I did it! I took the leap of faith and asked the kind lady at the cafe to fill up a bowl of green goodness loaded with proteins and various crunchy things and set down to eat breakfast. I have been watching and hearing people eat salad for breakfast and my reaction has always been “good god!” or “yuck!”or something equally childish. Then my fantastic California-based cousin mentioned eating salad for breakfast and my mind started thinking. I love my cousin and think she’s one of the smartest and most amazing women out there. Trying to eat low carb and also kind of vegan gets annoyingly boring very quickly. But once I got over the barriers in my head the rules that said salad is acceptable for lunch and dinner. It wasn’t too hard.
This made me think of the limitations we put on ourselves the ideas we hold dear sometimes not even understanding why and we limit our dreams, our abilities, the joy we could get at this very moment if we just put down the bagel and picked up the salad bowl.
How do you break the habits and patterns? Either you have the self-awareness, the daring do or you have fabulous people in your life who will push you, make you try new stuff and widen your horizons, make your world varied and just a bit richer.
And you thought this post was about salad?
Last year this time we were in Ushuaia as part of our two-week sojourn to southern Patagonia. Today I complete 30 weeks of my pregnancy. My baby is 10 weeks away and I have months of late nights, breastfeeding, poop patrol, diaper changes, loud cries, yawns and sweet smiles to live through but I’m already thinking in terms where I can go on vacation with my baby. I’ve already ruled out a few on my list of places to see. Cambodia (Angkor Wat specifically), South Africa, and Morocco can wait. It doesn’t help that I subscribe to Travel and Leisure, or have a new liking for travel writing or that Chan Brothers advertises in the newspaper every single day or that to top it all Silk Air has set up a reservations office in the lobby of my office building.
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So here is something I read today…
There comes a time in
life, when you walk away
from all the drama and
people who create it.
Surround yourself with
people who make you
laugh, forget the bad,
and focus on the good.
Love the people who treat
you right. Pray for the
ones who don’t. Life is
too short to be anything
but happy. Falling down
is part of life, getting
back up is living.
River Valley Moms is now an official meetup group with 10 members and 5 more pending conifrmation! All this within 12 hours of the group being launched. I knew there had to be interest among the neighbourhood moms. Strangely, there were no groups in the neighbourhood. I wonder why? Is the River Valley population too transient to sustain interest? We will find out. My first event is a tomorrow (excitement!!!). We are meeting at a local playground. Let’s see if anyone turns up…
Oh, yes, I even have a tag line for the group –
“Too often, we live our lives to meet everyone else’s expectations. If you design the life you want based on your values and priorities, you’ll be much happier.
Think of your life like a string of pearls. Every day, you want to find at least one pearl. It could be a fleeting moment—a joke share with your child, a compliment from a co-worker or hearing your favorite song on the radio. If you look out for positive moments and positive attributes in people, you will almost certainly find them and you will feel happier as a result.”
I have now lived in Singapore for as long as I lived in NYC. And this is home now; though a day doesn’t go by without remembering, reminiscing and recollecting. I don’t want to sound ungrateful. We have a full life here – with kids, friends, jobs, and each other. But it is not NYC.
I used to be the avid Formula One fan once upon a time in Bombay. Then I moved to the U.S. where the idea of waking up before 9am on a Sunday morning pretty much killed the F1 spirit. I didn’t really miss it. Baseball kept me occupied from April to October and football from September to January. (No wonder February and March were always my least-favourite months, no sports!)
Anyway, this year Singapore debuted on the F1 scene. And how! A road race. A night race. Three collisions. A stalled car. An undetached fuel hose. Pit lane penalties. Bumps. Sparks. A winner who started 15th on the grid! Oh, what a race! And I almost didn’t make it. Yeah, I was incredibly blasé about the race. Didn’t even bother buying tickets. Then good ol’ Murzy showed up with two extra tickets and the party was on. F1 is so much more than a car race. It is a licence to party unabashedly. I can’t remember the last time I stayed up till 5.30am. I can’t remember the last time I came home from a night out and made eggs. It was like Sg had decided to do away with its sterile image for a whole weekend. When we left Clarke Quay at 5am Sunday morning, every eatery on the way home was OPEN and PACKED!
Sg put up a great show. In its own characteristic way it made F1 Uniquely Singapore. Will definitely be back next year.
Jamberry Circus 