Just do it

The guy in the screen looked back at me and asked me: “why do you want to write?”

-“I don’t know!” I mumbled. my voice went a little up as I said:”I guess I always wanted to write…”.

That’s not good enough! why do want to write?!

-“I, I…, I want to share my opinion, I want to write my voice! I want to create worlds, different worlds, where people can go to and experience other feelings. I want to present a different point of view of those who are available, I want to know if others are thinking the same, I want to know if people agree with me or not, I want to better exist through writing…

“Good!” he interrupted, “then why don’t you write!”

 

 

Confessions of a meat eater

Confessions of a meat eater

A few months ago I turned the TV on, and there it was… the video that changed my way of thinking about food forever!
It was just a documentary on farm animals. It was filming a cow giving birth. As soon as the calf was out, some men came and took it. The mother, who didn’t get the chance to breastfeed, smell or even look at her baby, seemed lost!  The voice of the commentator said: “this is a milk cow, her milk is meant for us, humans ,to consume. It’s not to feed her children”. The men had put the calf in a truck and the mother was walking desperately behind the truck until she lost sight of it. The commentator continued:” if the calf is a female, it will become a milk cow like her mother, if it’s a male it will be kept alive shortly before it is sent to the slaughterhouse”.

It felt like a slap from reality, like heartbreak, and worst yet, like guilt. I realized that even though L feel sorry, I am a part of the problem!
I know as a fact that I, like most people, eat and drink way more animal products than what I really need. I also know that the increasing demand on animal products is what pushes suppliers to deal with animals in such inhuman ways.
Can you imagine that because we are eating more than we need, the animals are suffering?
It was one more reason for me to watch my animal products intake, other than the health reason I had talked about in a previous post.
Today, I still consume animal products but I’m aware of the quantity. I try to reduce it, instead of cheese or eggs I have fruits and oats for breakfast, and instead of the oats being cooked with milk I cook them with water and just add a dash of milk at the end.
I still have my meatless Mondays , where I get my protein from the better source, plants! Beans, broccoli, chickpeas, lentils, peanuts, quinoa, spinach,… are all amazing and healthy sources of protein that doesn’t hurt anybody. I really hope that by cutting down my intake, I might make even the slightest change in the environment.
Did you ever think about how much animal products do you consume everyday? Did you ever think about how it’s affecting the animals and your health? Please leave me a comment, I would love to hear your opinion.

Thank you.

(Oh by the way am writing this with Lina on my lap so would you be so nice to excuse any typos, I will proof read later 😉 )

Father Forgets – by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, Son:  I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little hand crumpled under your cheek and the blonde curls sticky over your damp forehead. I have broken into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty, I came to your bedside.

There are things which I am thinking, son; I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face a mere dab with the towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. As you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”.

Then it began all over again late this afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your socks. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Socks were expensive, and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that son, from a father.

Do you remember later, when I was reading in the library, how you came timidly, with sort of a hurt look in your eyes? I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption; you hesitated at the door. “What is it that you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, your small arms tightened with affection that God had set blooming in your heart, which even neglect could not wither. Then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, Son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, or reprimanding; this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you: it was that I expected too much of you. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

There is so much that was good, fine and true in your character. The little heart of yours was as big as the dawn itself over the hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else mattered tonight. Son, I have come to your beside in the darkness, I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know that you would not understand these things which I have told you in the waking hours. Tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, suffer when you suffer and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy–a little boy.”

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, Son, crumpled and weary in your bed. I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much!

Instead of condemning and criticizing others, perhaps we it would be better to try to understand them, to try to figure out why they do what they do. That’s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness. “To know all is to forgive all”.

I read this poem in “how to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie and I found it was too precious not to share it.

How having one Less app changed my life

How having one Less app changed my life

If you are a stay at home parent like me, you know that despite what the “perfect moms” say, we don’t really worry about “special bonding time” with our babies as we worry about “alone time” without them.

But because I took time with my baby for granted, I was never ‘fully’ with her. I was always half there.

I felt that I was better exploiting time if am checking whatsapp and Facebook while sitting with Lina because I can do it while am sitting down or holding her. It only needs one hand and not a lot of concentration.

I caught myself numerous times sitting with my baby and not paying any attention to what she’s doing because am so caught up in posting or commenting nonsense… hurts to admit I even caught myself delaying picking her up while she’s crying until I finish checking a notification, but the final straw was a time that I left my baby sitting in front of me with her mouth wide open, because I just couldn’t stop answering this women I have never even met, while feeding my baby!

This day I realized that it’s no longer harmless socializing, it has become an addiction. The first thing that came to my mind was simple, I deleted the apps from my phone and my iPad ( my phone alone had 3 Facebook apps).

This very small act has totally changed my life! It has been a month now and it’s almost unbelievable how much more time I have. It has also allowed me to really enjoy Lina’s company without the notifications popping on the mobile lock screen every five minutes. Now I barely remember to open it when my baby sleeps or naps. I hardly check it twice a day. You don’t even want to know how many times I used to open it before. COUNTLESS!

I’m sharing my embarrassing story because it might inspire someone else, who misses on their children playing, friends lunches and family bonding time because they can’t resist checking the notifications. Believe me, Facebook will wait, if you can’t… Delete the stupid app.

What makes you Happy?

What makes you Happy?

A few days ago a friend of mine was talking to me about happiness and how he defines it, right then I didn’t know what was my own definition for happiness.

Then today I went out with my girlfriends, and as usual came back in that happy state I always have after spending time with them. We go out and we just talk about anything and everything, food, boys (of course), relationships, family, work, beauty…. no matter what is going on in our lives we always have a good laugh and time ends too soon (even when we’re having a sleepover).

Thinking about this I realized that happiness is not a place that you reach and just stay in forever!  Because it’s not about reaching a certain position at work, or having a certain amount of money or beauty. It’s a feeling, and it’s renewable! Like feeling full after a generous meal doesn’t mean you’ll be full forever 🙂 It’s doing something that makes you feel good during, and afterwards. It can be spending time with your new born baby, in the arms of your hubby, contemplating on the beach, eating a homemade meal with your parents…

I now have a better understanding of the saying “Money can’t buy happiness” I don’t think I ever reached that phase of inner peace and satisfaction after seeing that I had enough money in my bank account, but rather when I see that I have enough love to get me through the toughest times <3.

And you? What makes you happy?