Love what you do.
I’m lucky. I love my work. Granted, it does not pay me much at the moment but its keeping the roof over my head and its keeping my kitchen busy. The fridge is not full like it should be but I should be able to get off of my high heels over the weekend and take a bus trip to town and fill my bags with fresh fruit and vegetables and good meat cuts for a few things I have in mind in the next week or two.
Ok, I may as well tell you what I have in mind to cook in the next few days. It’s part of the blogging exercise anyway. And I love it. I’m lucky to have the work that I do. I may as well also tell you that I feel blessed to have this kind of work. So while I’m telling you about the next few days, I can share my love for this current work-life occupation that I have. Blogging is an important part of my day. It’s personal and I get paid to talk about the things I love about my personal, professional, vocational and spiritual life.
Everything I do nowadays seems to be spiritual. I still feel desperately in need of help in a number of areas in my life. Yesterday, I was kind of feeling very blue. Not even the walk seemed to help. But I prayed along the way. I did not need to pray myself blue all over again, that was not necessary. My fingers, my typing fingers, were already blue from both the work and the cold.
Its winter here.
Today has been quite lovely. The rain and snow took a break. I took a very short walk. What a pity. There simply wasn’t enough time. I had to get back to my blogging work. Clients were waiting. Looking forward to my weekend walk, mind you. I’ll have just about enough in my bag to make it all worth my while. Oh dear, I’m thinking about money. It’s not greed; it’s more to do with the things that we need to sustain ourselves with.
A quick early morning bus ride gets me into town a lot sooner than most weekend shoppers. I also use this day to deposit my wages at the branch where I bank. I’m old school and am not yet fully on board where internet banking is concerned. I still need to learn quite a bit. Before I go shopping, I buy the weekend papers. If there’s enough money for all of it, I buy the lot. The Saturday and Sunday papers too.
Its lots of lovely reading.
My first batch of reading takes me through no less than three piping hot mugs of sweetened white coffee. I have developed a small sweet tooth. It will go away soon because I know just how bad white sugar is for me. I read the papers almost from cover to cover. Sometimes it can take me weeks to get through it all. But it helps with my blog storytelling. Almost time to go. What to cook next week?
Warm, winter pots.
Chicken noodle soup with real chicken and real, homemade noodles. Chicken curry, mild with basmati rice this time. Definitely a stir fry. With loads of veggies and a few strips of lamb.
I have a dream.
What does it really mean to have faith?
I opened a draft page for this post on having faith a few days ago. The legendary line right at