All posts tagged: writing

Review: Purpuz Planner 2019

A planner who inspires, motivates and stimulates both productivity and creativity. Intended to ensure that you achieve your goals while maintaining balance in your life. On Facebook it’s rated with 5 stars. And in 2017 it was crowned as BOL # 1 best-selling planner. And now I get to review the 2019 Pink Purpuz Planner!

Hey, it’s okay…

We sometimes do things that make us feel good, but will have others rolling their eyes at us. Thing is though, we don’t live to make others happy. If whatever it is you wish to do doesn’t hurt anyone else, do it. With that said; here are a 10 things that are absolutely okay!

I vow…

Ah, the feel of lying back in bed and writing till I feel like stopping is so liberating. Especially when the clock hits 12 o’ clock and I can add a glass of wine to the experience. As much as I’d love to have mornings like this on a daily base, that’s not my reality. In reality I wake up every morning at 5.30 am and leave home at either 6.15 or 7.15. I commute 3 hours and work 7,5 hours a day, 5 days a week. Every day I complain. Not today though. Despite today being Sunday and being well aware that’s easy as it is to complain about going back to work tomorrow, I should consider myself blessed. Because at least I have a job. Perhaps not the job of my dreams, but it does help my dreams becoming a reality. I am able to do the things I wasn’t able to before. It allows me to do one of the things I love most: shopping, have cocktails with my loved ones… Hell, …

Sunday Reflecting: live in the present

On Sunday’s my mother after my mom went to church, we’d cruise around to wherever. Yeah, we would literally just get in the car and drive to certain towns. Admiring the houses, talk about what it’d look like from the inside, look at some poor choices of gardening. But most importantly, it allowed me to dream. Oh, how I would dream.  Life didn’t turn out that way, tho. Now, you might think this has me absolutely depressed, because clearly my life isn’t as I had dreamed it would be. But I’m not, at least not anymore. Which is exactly what has me writing this today.