Sheela Writes

The Fab 40s Go Goth

Aka the “It’s Not You, It’s Me” post. Once upon a time in Houston, Sheela got pissed with WordPress. And the damn phone because it kept dinging with alerts. Merrily. Repeatedly. All the damn time. Driving her up the (proverbial) wall. And that isn’t even the crux of today’s post. Just a wee digression of aggression. I love a good pun, I love a bad one even more GRIN hello my friends, thank you for stopping by today. I’m going off on a new look and feel (or rather, approach) to blogging. It’s subtle though so I am wondering if you see it. This time last week, I was at FierceCon2018. Catherine’s baby. A haven wherein women (and a few men) congregated to share and motivate. To connect. Inspire and be inspired. To find a sister. Or tribe. Both. Give me a little time to gather my thoughts, and I will tell you ALL about it. What I was privileged to hear. The stories told by truly brave souls. Things I’ve become aware of...

The Fab 40s Put On Plaid

by Sheela Goh

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...