The unexpected benefits of blogging about Socks.

Ok, you may wonder, what ARE the unexpected benefits of blogging about socks?  (You also may not wonder, but I’m going to tell you anyways).   The Unexpected Sock Benefits occurred because I blogged this post, or possibly it may have been this post, and I am now the proud possessor of a pair of FREE, cute and quirky socks, all the way from Sweden!

How did this happen? I hear you ask – well, actually I didn’t hear you, but for the sake of the continuation of this post let’s pretend that I did, ok? – Ok.

Back in early December I received an email from Christoffer and here is part of what he wrote:

I found your blog while googling for Sock blogs. It was a bad finding since you obviously don’t blog about socks, but we still liked your blog so I’d like to ask you anyway… Would you like us to send you a pair of socks and let you review it on your blog? If you also took a picture of the socks (preferably on you) that would of course be great, and we would post in on our instagram.

Now, the offer of a free pair of socks is nothing to turn your nose up at, or more pertinently your toes – especially when you live where I do and Winter seems determined to make your toes emulate frozen granite.  So, after checking out his website to make sure he was a person of sock-integrity, and being reassured that he was indeed offering quality feet apparel, I emailed him right back and said Yes, and thank you very much.

All in good time, well, Monday actually, The Socks arrived.  I excitedly ripped the package open, oohed and aahed, and stuck those beauties on my aching feet ( I had been wearing wedge sandals at work all day, and my feet were a little sore).  I’m actually wearing them now as I write this post (don’t worry, I haven’t been wearing them all the time since Monday evening, it’s just coincidence) as they are very soft and comfy.  More importantly, they don’t pinch my toes and are not bulky and heavy like some socks.  I actually prefer to have bare feet mostly, so when I wear socks they need to be good socks.  Check out the photos below showing the cute design.

 

 

So, there you go, the unexpected benefits of blogging about socks!

Now, what would happen if I blogged about a new car, fancy techie stuff I can’t afford or winning the lottery …..

“On this Day” Repost – I don’t do Math

I may have mentioned once of twice my favourite FB feature – NO?  Oh, well it is “on this Day” – and on this day in 2014 I wrote the following post.  Strangely enough, today my FB feed has been full of posts of a similar nature; learning to be, living in the moment, being happy.  The Universe does work in mysterious ways – and it pays to pay attention unless you want a kick up the backside.

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What does it all add up too?
the seconds of my life,
count them off in gratitude,
daughter, sister, mother, wife.

No number can ever tally,
the measure of our worth,
the answer is in living well,
each day upon the earth.

Reblog – I’ve been thinking about…happiness

This is a reblog from my business blog – I have disabled comments here, but would really appreciate that, if you feel moved to comment, you leave them on the original post – via I’ve been thinking …happiness — A Handful of Time

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I’ve been thinking about happiness.

All the different ways we humans try to find it, strive for it, keep it, pretend about it and encourage it.

There is so much in social media about “how to be happy”, “do this to be happy”, “blah, blah, blah happy” – and some of it is worthwhile, a lot of it is irritating, and large part of it is just advertising for “the next big thing”, or indeed, the last “slightly-small-thing-that-has-been-rehashed” – and most of it is absolute rubbish!

Despite attempts by many people to improve social media with positive images and messages (which, actually, sometime have the complete opposite effect on me), I don’t think you’re going to usually find meaningful “happiness” on the internet.  If you have been one of the lucky ones to do so, I congratulate you.

So, I’ve been thinking about “being happy” – and what does that mean to other people?  I have a cousin who famously/infamously (well, within a small portion of my family anyway) said “I don’t do happy”; part of me admired that and part of me was appalled.  The expectations that we should present a happy facade, most of, if not all of, the time has always been a see-saw contradiction for me.

Let me tell you what I mean….

A while ago, well a few years ago actually, a new person started where I worked.  They came with an attitude of “happiness” – by this I mean that if you asked them how they were (as you tend to do with those you work with) you would get “extraordinary, fantastic, great” or similar descriptives.  They explained that they wanted to look at the world positively, to stop being as negative as they had been, and had decided to do it this way.

Ok, that sounded like a good idea, I thought, I might try that.

So I did, for a while.

For a while it made me happy, but then I started to feel deceitful, and became resentful of saying “I’m fine, things are great” when I really didn’t feel that way.  Was it wrong to tell the truth about how I was feeling?  Did I have to try and make other people feel happy by telling them what they would prefer to hear, rather than what I wanted to say?  Was my state of mind, my happiness (even when I wasn’t really happy), less important than theirs?

I came to the conclusion that, ironically, sometimes my happiness depends on me not pretending to be happy!  I don’t need to be the doom and gloom of the party, I don’t need to bore you with whatever is making me unhappy, but if you ask me “how are you?” on one of those days, you’re going to get a variable answer – depending on where you sit on my “closeness” scale.

I want to be positive, and I am practicing and becoming better at it, because being positive in thought and actions does have a good impact on your life.  Even when it isn’t completely true it can still have meaning to me, when I know that I am trying to reach a level of “feel good” but I just need a teeny bit of self-pretend motivation to get me past the bump on the path.

Being free to be true to myself, and speak truly about that, is the base of my happiness … and I won’t sacrifice that just to make someone else happy.

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This is a reblog from my business blog – I have disabled comments here, but would really appreciate that, if you feel moved to comment, you leave them on the original post – via I’ve been thinking …happiness — A Handful of Time

Moments of the Month – December 2016

Anyone who has followed my blog for a while will know that I like taking photos of flowers and small scenery!  Each of these photos have a natural beauty that speaks to me, the colours, the forms, the subject. This is what makes me happy, and although the technical mechanics of the photos may not be right I still get the essence of what my eye saw, and I’m learning to love my imperfections in photography.

Wordy Wednesday

Sometimes we just don’t hear them,
those little wake-up calls,
our ears are full of cotton wool,
until we take the fall.

We wonder why we stumble,
there was nothing in the way,
our eyes don’t see the rubble,
that we look at every day.

Our voices become loud and brash,
to compete with all the noise,
they lose the art of gentle tones,
when the world seems cold and harsh.

Yet sometimes when we least expect,
we notice all these signs,
that tell us to take stock right now,
lest tomorrow be not kind.

There’s time to change,
to move aside, to take another path,
to listen to the Universe
when it speaks within your heart.

So find your point of happiness
and hold it close to you,
for life is short and fleeting,
so enjoy what what you do.

It may be big, it may be small,
the thing that makes you smile,
what matters is, that in that moment,
you are content and satisfied.

© ceenoa

The Lapband Song

I got a lapband, just last week,
and the smallest change is just so sweet,
there’s no constant thoughts of “what is edible”,
and I find that freedom so incredible.

I can look at food in all its wonder,
whilst no longer feeling endless hunger,
I can pause and admire it’s pleasing design
without planning how to devour it, in my mind.

The freedom from the endless nag,
is something I have never had,
and the icing on the cake, I’d say,
is I’ve lost 6 kilos since that day.

©  ceenoa