Monthly Archives: July 2014

I’ve found that as I now become consumed by making a real go at being a sole proprietor, there are any number of things that fall between the cracks. Much like a mother who has tunnel vision taking care of her children, I have discovered that it is easy to lose track of hours and even days. I’ve been so busy that I forget to take care of myself. Sadly there are times when I have to ask myself if I’ve showered for the day, eaten or gone to the bathroom. I work from home so the temptation is always great to simply roll out of bed and immediately get on the computer. There have been plenty of times where I work so far into the wee morning hours that I completely forget how late it’s gotten. Even as my eyelids become heavy, I push through. Sure, it demonstrates that I have great work ethic, but I so quickly lose sight of what’s important.

No matter what your profession is we can sometimes get overly wrapped up in what we’re doing. For the past two months I found myself working every day and not taking full days off. It’s only after your body starts to rebel that you realize how important even one day off can be. You really need some personal time and some time to decompress. This weekend I discovered that I couldn’t even force myself to work. Even though the more I work the more I earn, something inside me told me that it was just time to stop. How easy it is to suppress our need to simply take a break. Two weeks ago my husband and I took a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. We planned to make it a more regular occurrence. Well, that was two weeks ago. Read the rest of this entry »

It was both a joyous and a sad occasion. I sat in the most picturesque of locations, on a seafront gazebo, the wind gently blowing in my face. It was hard, impossible to keep the tears at bay. At my cousin’s wedding reception, on a perfect day, I wept at the life that was growing further and further behind me. I was wholly unaware that I’d let three years past since my last trip to our family home. Jamaica.

As I grow older I’ve learned to avoid many situations that bring me prolonged emotional turmoil. In doing so I managed to distance myself from my childhood home. I’d locked away a large part of me while staying away, and upon my return I faced the rude awakening I’d avoided for years. The Jamaica that I’d known was a place that in many ways no longer existed and in other ways, was still right there in front of me. No matter how much I tried to hide it, Jamaica, rather, my grandparents were still home to me. Read the rest of this entry »