There isn’t much talk today about being a housewife. In fact, it is often seen to be an offensive label. How can anyone be a wife of a house, after all? There are attempts to change the image to names such as domestic goddess or similar. Is it what we do when we are not in the paid workforce?
But really … most of us live in houses and most of us like them to be clean and livable. Someone has to do the work, and fair enough if it is shared among the family. We want clean bathrooms, washing done, floors swept and the cupboards stocked with food and supplies.
Why is it that I don’t mind doing domestic tasks for someone else but would rather not do them for myself sometimes. Then there is that regular question – what do you do for a living? I can respond with information about the one day I go out to work and skip the details for the other six days of the week.
Scaling back from full-time work has raised these issues with me, surprisingly in a similar way to when I first left the workforce to start a family. There seems to be some fear that being out of the workforce may cause me to disappear into thin air – to stop existing in a way that is recognised in our culture.
I believe our culture needs to value this role more and recognise the contributions, big and small, of people who are not in mainstream, paid work.
What do you think?
I read about NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) 2014 in the WordPress News email and here is a link for more information.
April is Poetry Month
I decided to set up a blog specifically for April intending to write a poem a day. You may ask “What makes up a poem?” and I would not be able to give a good answer. I used to write poems many years ago and found it to be quite cathartic. Let’s see how I go with this challenge for April. My poetry blog can be found at http://www.andrewmarvellfan.wordpress.com
Andrew Marvell is my favourite poet and His Coy Mistress is one of his best, I believe. There is a link to this poem on the other blog under the TAB for About this Blog if you would like to read it.
You may also like to join the challenge! I hope you do
Today I was thinking about the times when we are torn between two people, two job options, a parent and child, to diet or not, two roads …
The more I thought about it I realised that just about every moment we are having to choose which way to go. It is in navigating these choices that makes our journey what it is. It can be a pretty uncomfortable place to be if our loyalties are being tugged in different directions. Especially if you are trying to keep everyone happy.
I guess it is one of those Universal feelings we all experience from time to time.
I am sure I am not alone in thinking there are some paintings in galleries throughout the world that I could have done with my eyes shut! I am not anti-art or without an interest in these things, but I wonder what criteria makes some art works GREAT and some just, ordinary.
I have watched shows on art fraud where even the specialists in the field find it difficult to pick out the fake. If I had a fake painting hanging on my wall (and didn’t know it was fake) would I enjoy it any less than the real thing?
Then there are the plethora of prints of original works. I support the concept that artists should be paid for their creations, however, why would I buy the original for $5,000 when I could have a beautifully framed print of the same for $200.00 maximum.
Can you pick the originals in my slide show?
What are your thoughts on the $ value of art?
I wrote a poem this morning as part of the writing course I am doing.
It just so happens that my school experience links with this week’s photo challenge. As it is a PHOTO challenge, I have chosen an old school photo to match the theme. I really DID feel abandoned on that day. It didn’t take long to get used to school, but I still didn’t enjoy it. I have only learned the joy of studying in recent years
I didn’t like school at all!
Mum left me in a big room
Boys, girls, Sister Kevin
I struck out in fear
I had to stay – Mum left me
Boys, girls, lunch boxes
The stale smell of unwashed flannels
Banana sandwiches every-day
Awful warm milk at playtime
Spelling is fun h I p p o p o t o m u s
Cuisenaire blocks – to add up and take away
A prize for top of the class
Maybe school is OK
Latin Mass, First Communion
Rosary beads, confession, and penance
The smell of incense
Not at Mass? Line up for the strap
Decades have come and gone
Back to the same church
This time it is saying goodbye
To my loved ones and to my past
Is there an acceptable way to be miserable? These past few weeks I have been feeling really moody under the surface but have been trying really hard to hide how I feel. Today I just feel like being honest about where I am at – and it is not a good space!
I have everything to be grateful for and nothing to complain about – except perhaps a desire for linking up with some people with similar interests. I get a lot of satisfaction from connecting with my online friends but sometimes it needs to be face-to-face.
I have signed up with a Creative Writing group that commences meeting on 10 March – hopefully that will hit the spot.
I am trying to make the most of this stage of my life but I still feel redundant at times. To counteract this, I have been working on another blog about Baby Boomers at Encore Australia and looking at all the positive opportunities open to me and others my age.
Anyway, some nice flowers to brighten the day:
Australian native plant
Australian native plant
Sometimes, perhaps when I am not at my best, I see things as black or white; good or bad; wrong or right etc.
It is good for me to remember that there may really be some shades of grey and that is OK. What is right for me may not be the same for you. Each person and each situation is unique.
It is just a matter of stopping our thinking for a moment and being objective about the possibilities. Being objective encourages me to be more tolerant and more philosophical about life in general.
Do you think there is a place for black and white thinking? Are there some situations where it is universally clear what is right and what is wrong?
Do you ever jump to conclusions? I know I do. I get into a bad habit of assuming the worst.
I found a handout today while sorting my files. It is from The Centre for Clinical Interventions.
It is a good reminder not to get into bad thinking habits such as jumping to conclusions. The leaflet says:
‘We jump to conclusions when we assume that we know what someone else is thinking (mind reading) and when we make predictions about what is going to happen in the future.’
I often stumble of over this one – especially if I am feeling a bit low. Truth is that we never know what someone else is thinking! So why not assume they are thinking something good?
I am trying to tap into my creativity and I am exploring writing about feelings. Here is one about anxiety
I am short of breath
Something bad is going to happen
There are so many things to remember
I am overwhelmed
What have I forgotten to do?
I should have this sorted by now
I need something to relieve the pressure in my head
Something to eat … a pill …
Perhaps I can scrub the floor instead
Use up some of that nervous energy
Yes, that is a better idea
For a dictionary definition of creativity CLICK HERE
I will think about the things I do each day – think about how I could be more creative as in: the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc.; originality, progressiveness, or imagination: the need for creativity in modern industry; creativity in the performing arts.
My challenge is to learn how to be more creative in all I do
Do you have any suggestions or ideas about expressing creativity? I would love to hear them.