All posts tagged: choies

In The Trenches | Sheela Writes

In The Trenches

Battling style banality occurs to me on a daily basis.   You’re perplexed?  What on earth is Sheela talking about?  Does the woman genuinely fight with her clothes?  Yes, I do.  Every single day.  I’ve won some, I’ve lost a few, and there’s the occasional amicable ceasefire truce too.  Less the imagery of carnage arises in your minds, I promise that this be a war of words and of thoughts, albeit murderous in nature.  My husband calls it my “fumigating with eyes” mood. THAT “IF LOOKS COULD KILL” MOOD Hahaha.  Sorry, I was just thinking that it’s a look members of my gender are probably more than familiar with. Back to debacles and battles.  Do you ever get the sensation that clothes give lip?  That they talk back, and act all sassy and brassy?  I’m not in the least bit joking.  In fact, I have the oddest impression that, given the chance, my brown top with the spiked elbow pads?  And those new B&W flatform creepers?  The tales they’d spill tell.  Let’s not even mention …

It’s Not Personal

Revelations. Filter-free thoughts.   In this day and age, we exist within an endless circus of self-exposure.  We exhibit our meals and our cute pets on social media for all the world to see.  We flaunt square insights into our private lives on Instagram with nary a second thought.  Has the need to be nakedly exposed for nothing but a mere modicum of fleeting fame turned into an implicit obsession?  Or, has the desire to wield the word “I” become such a zeitgeist that no longer does the spotlight focus on writing about oneself but rather, for oneself. CHRONIC SELF-EXPOSURE It would appear we spare no sepia filters for what we share. Which has me wary about something I’ve dissected at length in the past – oversharing.  When does sharing morph into, I’m loath to use this word, confessing? It’s all too easy for shared experiences to waver from being an intellectual reconstruction of past, personal encounters, to being, well, confessions (read: nakedly exposed).  No one enjoys feeling vulnerable.  And no one likes the inference …

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

Perfectly Flawed + A Link-Up

We’re all perfectly flawed mortals In search of enlightenment.   That we are. We have dents.  We have bruises a-plenty.  There are chinks in our armour and cracks in our wall.  And I’m quite certain most of us have used up a lifetime’s worth of metaphorical band-aids trying to patch those cuts.  Yet whilst our flaws and imperfections are what make us, us, they don’t define us.  Neither do they determine the paths we choose.  The quote above?  I overheard it from an episode of Madam Secretary, and it struck such a chord with me.  So much that I thought I might share a little of my personal life choices, and how they’ve shaped me (for better or for worse). At the end of it, I hope you’ll come to see just how utterly flawed I am, and yet, still stitched held (if somewhat tenuously) together by nothing but the best and purest of intentions. PERFECTLY FLAWED MORTALS IN SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT I grew up in a very strict environment.  Irrationally so because, at the …