And then Christmas came along…

20151225_165941.jpgChristmas, a favourite time of the year for many. I imagine right now on the streets of London people are frantically buying Christmas presents, lights everywhere, Christmas tunes blaring from various shops and decorative accessories beckoning eager shoppers to come in and spend their hard earned cash in the spirit of Christmas. I can only imagine right now because whilst the rest of the world is busy preparing for this season, I’m scooped up on my couch with the worst flu known to mankind,  short of the dreaded avian flu – not that I  know what that felt like but I feel like I’ve come pretty close judging by the past few days. With nothing better to do,  I’ve had a lot of time to think about this season a lot and whilst I’ve always been a lover of Christmas and have declared it my favourite time of  the year in times past , I’ve also come to see and experience a less than glamorous or joyful side of this season. Sadly, the festivity and emphasis on family time can also be a harsh and glaringly painful time for many because it draws attention to what isn’t. Absent fathers or mothers, a lonely widow or widower or a singleton wondering how many more Christmases they will have to spend alone or tagging alongside others because they have no one else to share it with. I don’t mean to paint a gloomy picture, but it is reality. And staring at this reality,in light of my poorly state got me thinking about what love truly is.

Love isn’t words first and foremost. Sure expressing love for one another is still important but what counts even more is what action follows those words we so easily say to one another. Love is picking up the phone and calling (not WhatsApp ing, texting, IG’ing, Facebooking or Twittering) that friend or family member or loved one to check how they’re really doing. Love is going the extra mile, even at one’s own inconvenience to help the invalid with their groceries or domestic chores. Love is seeking out opportunities to show kindness to someone – even if all you can offer them is a smile or a prayer, something that may mean little to you but mean the world to them in a world where they’ve been shown little to no love. Love is looking after the elderly in your midst,  love is helping the homeless escape the bitter cold of winter or treating them with  dignity and respect and talking to them so they don’t feel forgotten.

Love is action, the loudest word you can speak. So if Christmas truly is all about generosity of spirit and making merry, then the best thing you can do this Christmas is light up someone else’s world who can’t pay you back cos let’s face it, family members and friends can easily give back what you give them.

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New Beginnings…I’m back!

Dear Blog,  fellow bloggers and my esteemed readers!

First of all, let me start by saying “Happy New Year”! ☺👌✊💖! I know,I know I’m about 24 days late in saying that but it is a new year from 2014 so still valid ;). Hope your year is off to a good start so far. And if it’s not, just hang in tight as there are still 341 days for amazing, incredible things to happen.

I’d like to start this post by apologising for my prolonged absence! I’m afraid I’ve committed the first cardinal sin of blogging – going AWOL a.k.a absence without leave. There are some valid excuses for this but nevertheless it is unacceptable to allow virtual dust accumulate on a blog.

If you’re wondering what I’ve been up to in that time, well I moved home and I travelled for Christmas! I hadn’t moved homes in exactly 5 years, 4 months and 13 days so it was a major shock to my system to discover how much “junk” 😐 I mean stuff I had accumulated over the years!  Suffice to say that I fell ill after finally packing up all my belongings and venturing out into a whole new world! (🎵a new fantastic point of view)…cheesy i know but I just couldn’t help it! 🙂

So that has been my primary reason for the silence, minus the writer’s block which also paid me a visit. But hey, this is a new year and so I’m hoping for new, fresh blogging ideas to take this space to a new level.

I’m still settling into the new place slowly but surely and I will be doing a series of posts on my home move experience which will include how I learned how to paint for the first time (hooray!), the hassle of decision making in buying furniture in this age of too many choices but most importantly the life lessons I’ve learned along the way in this short period of time. So I hope you’ll bear with me and stay tuned as I organise my life and my thoughts into myscarletthread!

I’ll leave you with a view from the new place. Hope you like it!

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The Ten Do’s and Don’ts of a Professional Working Life

Ten things I’ve observed/learned in my professional working life, which can also be applied to every area of life (in no particular order):

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Professional worker caricature

1. It’s okay to say “I don’t know” when I really don’t know something. It’s more credible to say “I will get back to you on that” than to fumble about talking gibberish and losing credibility.

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From the moving carriage…

She stood placidly in the carriage as the train wheezed past several stations, carrying us to our individual destinations. From the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice there was something about her. She looked like she’d been through a lot and her stand wasn’t quite as firm or as confident. Her back was hunched ever so slightly, giving a hint of a defeated look. Her hair or what was left of it was the colour of silver, with a few bald patches vying for attention amongst the now countable strands of hair left. Her face could tell a story with the visible wrinkles etched across it, but yet there was something seemingly meek about it. Continue reading “From the moving carriage…”