Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Put On Plaid

It’s not just black and white. It’s practically everything in between. I don’t recall what led to it precisely but the other day, someone asked whether I viewed the world in black and white. What an immensely interesting question. Particularly given the timing, and current state of things. Without rehashing what’s been playing out in my life of late (you can read about it here and here), it’s safe to say that change has been dominating the scene. Rather like a zephyr sweeping across the horizon, creating patterns in the landscape, swiftly moving from side to side, and everything in between. And that is why my response was that I’ve gone from viewing the world in greyscale (with certain moments in subtle shades, like a two-colour process) to now experiencing everything in full technicolour wonder. I T' S E X H I L A R A T I N G And it’s been in the simplest of things too. Consuming garlic, for one. Or working out at the oddest of hours whether it’s...

23,040 Minutes

by Sheela Goh

23,040 minutes. Or, if you prefer, 384 hours. That’s precisely how long I’ve been staying at Camden Holly Springs. The place I’ve called home since 22nd August. Seems so odd to say that. As is doing things by myself. Normal, everyday things such as taking out the trash. Pumping gas into the car, going to the car wash too. Cooking for one (I still keep cooking far too much but I’ll get the portions right eventually, I know it). Getting acquainted with a washer and dryer that aren’t Samsung red boom boxes. Realising that I can decorate things however I please (hence the red couch, moo moo cube, tray tables, bedroom furniture, and night lamps). Yes, in case it wasn’t already apparent, I’m going with black, red and white with touches of grey/chrome 🙂 I shan’t lie, it’s going to take a while to get accustomed to these (shall we call them) adjustments but I know they’re part of the process in this journey towards my new norm. And I look forward to...

The Fab 40s Are All Laced-Up

by Sheela Goh

Racy, lacy, dicey. Hey, that even rhymed. As a few of you already know, a new chapter in my life has begun. Some time ago, I ended my 16 year relationship with Pierluigi. There was no infidelity. No, nothing of the sort. I walked away after almost two decades together because I had lost myself. I had spent so much time being mother, wife, colleague that Sheela had completely disappeared. I had no purpose. I felt absorbed. Missing. Lacking. Gone. I H A D B E C O M E I N V I S I B L E Lest anyone casts that first stone, let me preface it by saying that I have absolutely no regrets in taking on those three roles. I love Eve more than life itself, and I wanted to be the sort of parent who was always there. Always present in as many ways as possible. Her needs came before mine, and they always will. Being a wife to Pierluigi was an all-consuming affair, and I was alright...