Give yourself 15 minutes

A phrase I often use with my girls… give yourself 15 min, and then let it go and move on.

We are so easily consumed by things that steal our time… things outside of our control. Upsetting things, difficult people. Getting lost in the emotions some of these situations evoke is all too easy.

I often tell my girls, ‘don’t let it steal your time’. Don’t allow these inconsequential things to upset you and steal away time that you sit stewing over it, upset. So give yourself 15 min, go sit and mope, cry, vent, feel extreme anger, be upset, be irrational…and then get up, shake it off and move on.

I know it seems way too short, we need time to work through things. To think it through, to be upset. But there are so many things that can rob of us happier moments, spent outside of that anger and frustration.

If whatever upsets you will not have an impact on your life in 5 years from now…why let it steal more than 5 min of your time?

And sometimes, I need a little reminder for myself… give yourself 15 min, don’t let it steal your time…

Time moves quickly

I did not write this – but it resonates with me. The urgency to do things that matter now, so hard when external factors control some of those outcomes… trying to buy a house, trying to get my parents here with me. No time to wait, but no choice to do so 😔, and the fear that time will run out.

Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.
Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.
… and the month is already over.
… and the year is almost over.
… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.
… and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.
and we realize it’s too late to go back…
So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time…
Let’s keep looking for activities that we like…
Let’s put some color in our grey…
Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the afters…
I’m doing it after…
I’ll say after…
I’ll think about it after…
We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.
Because what we don’t understand is that:
Afterwards, the coffee gets cold…
afterwards, priorities change…
Afterwards, the charm is broken…
afterwards, health passes…
Afterwards, the kids grow up…
Afterwards parents get old…
Afterwards, promises are forgotten…
afterwards, the day becomes the night…
afterwards life ends…
And then it’s often too late….
So… Let’s leave nothing for later…
Because still waiting see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences,
best friends,
the best family…
The day is today… The moment is now…

We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away.
So let’s see if you have time to read this message and then share it.
Or maybe you’ll leave it for… ′′ later “…
And you’ll never share it….

Another September gone…

Gosh, made it through September.

The month in the year where memories fill me with the exact emotion they did 8 years ago.

Fear, anguish , sadness, hopelessness…it takes one person to break you and countless to try and put back the pieces.

I will never again love September, not the first day of Spring or the weather, the memories are overshadowed by so many storm clouds.

Tonight, as I sit here and sigh a breath of relief that it is October, fighting back tears as I once again pack away the moments that I will never quite forget, I just really ..really really want my family. Hugs that I crave from only those arms. Immigration really sucks most when you have those moments where only family can help you through it.

On this day… 8 years ago


The memories that come up on Facebook reminds us where we were at some point in time. Today, mine could not have been timed better.

8 years ago, gosh the journey.  Reading through my Facebook memory, I can still feel every emotion, like freshly tattooed skin, raw and hurting.

It takes one person to shatter your confidence, and hundreds more to rebuild it.  It’s the single hardest challenge…and 8 years on…

I still live by choice
I still make changes
I am not manipulated
I am useful
I listen to my inner voice
I don’t self pity

I choose to be me…
Perfectly flawed, not precisely cut, stubborn, kind, hard to live with, loved.

a Father’s day poem

Fathers they are

They are the protectors of good
the slayers of evil

a keeper of justice
and the one whose ground he stood

They are the superman to a little boy

the knightly prince to a little girl
a bastion of hope
and protector of joy

They are the mechanics love

the embers of passion
a lover to their woman
and a lighthouse to above

They are the craftsmen of the future

the instructors of a better life
an example of inspiration
and the bedrock of nurture

They are who we call father and dad

the privileged ones, the blessed
and if only having one is allowed
of this, I am glad

– unknown author