Ah Saturday and time for a #WeekendCoffeeShare. I have grown quite fond of this weekly feature, where the whole idea is that I am to write a post in the setting of you and I having a conversation over a beverage. In such a setting I think it is quite natural to have a personal conversation, and that is when Old Mamasan runs into trouble, as I am actually – somewhat private. I don’t pour my heart out over personal matters on social media.
I broke my own rule on Wednesday, in my b-day post. I told you that I want to write a book. I told you what I fear about writing that book. Now, that is personal. That is private. And I feel OK about it. I think having that positive experience with going a tad personal on my blog, makes me comfortable with getting a tad personal once again.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that things are happening in our lives. And they are happening fast. We are talking big, life changing things. Exciting things. Nerve wrecking things. Choices has to be made, others have already been made. We are excited. And we have so many questions. Our lives are already close to perfection; will this endeavor better or worsen it?
Then – out of left field – another choice is thrown our way. Another big, exciting, life changing choice – that interrupts and rules out the first choice. The first choice however, does not rule out the second, it just postpones it and makes it more burocratic.
Yes, I am aware that I am being cryptic. I have to be. Both due to my semi-private nature, and also the fact that I am smart enough not so sell the milk before I have bought the cow. Let’s just say that when it rains – it pours (and try to read that in a positive way, as what is happening is very exciting and positive). It also becomes quite apparent that:
When a door closes, a window opens.
And that is why I believe my house is haunted.
(It also explains the voices I hear)
Want to see my previous contributions to the #WeekendCoffeeShare? They are funny, I promise: