Go Outside

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For the past three weeks I’ve been working on a new business. Actually it’s an old business but having neglected it for so many years, it was bringing in a negligible amount of cash each month. After floundering for so long, I finally felt motivated and inspired enough to give up all my freelance work and concentrate 100% on working for myself.

Now the pressure is on as I have no other source of income and I’ve basically been working my socks off to do as much as I can in-between chasing after the kids and keeping the house relatively clean. Spending every possible free moment typing away on my computer has resulted in me feeling rather burned out and it’s tricky to stay motivated when I know I won’t even see the results of my efforts for at least a few months.

I don’t take the time to get out and enjoy our neighbourhood as much as I should but it’s amazing what 20 minutes of outside time can do for my mental health. Not just me but also Maya who’s usually tired out and grumpy in the afternoons from her morning at school and Kiran who’s usually woken up from his nap and is groggy and bad tempered.

Approaching the end of September, we’re coming up to my favourite time of the year if we’d been in the UK. I just love the turn of the seasons into Autumn when the nights start getting darker, the leaves are falling from the trees and you can almost smell the chill in the air. I hadn’t thought about it much for the past few years but our recent trip has made me reminisce about my life before and yearn for dressing up in warm clothes, Halloween and bonfire night.

I know I’m overly romanticising though because with that first chill comes bitter cold and rain and sludge and hours and hours of darkness. Where else in the world can you step out of your front door without a coat or shoes and have this waiting for you every single day? I guess eternal summer isn’t so bad after all.

Natsukashii and random ramblings

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Well it’s been quite a while since I posted properly. We’ve been pretty busy since then – first trip back to the UK since Maya was a baby and Maya started school. I’ve been getting used to the new schedule and the eternal struggle of juggling time with kids, work and housework. Housework is pretty much winning at the moment, some days I feel like all I’ve done from sunrise to sunset is clean and wash clothes. Anyway….

I kind of lost the motivation to post here for a while but I’ve been feeling inspired again recently and find myself writing blog posts in my head. I have a lot to catch up on so I may as well get on with it.

Actually I should be working right now as I have two articles due tomorrow and it’s my birthday so I kind of wanted a day off. But today’s just been one of those days, you know the ones where you really just want to stay in bed. Funnily the day before I was feeling really upbeat and energetic and positive about everything and then today I’m feeling so down again. Hey ho, that’s how it goes, up and down like a yo-yo. Anyway I figured the best thing I could do, rather than sit up half the night procrastinating, is get an early night (it’s already 10pm so not really an early night for me anymore but whatever) and start afresh in the morning. Hopefully if I can be productive in the morning it will leave the rest of the day free for fun, or at least the afternoon after my girl gets out of school.

I don’t really have any birthday plans. I’m kind of not in the mood for anything in particular. I did buy a cake to share with Made (whose birthday is the day after mine) and I’m planning to treat myself to a spot of online shopping. Maybe we’ll go out for dinner but being on a school night makes things kind of awkward (gah, school messes up everything).

So it’s funny, since I got back from our little trip to England (and Scotland, briefly) I’m feeling a weird sense of not quite homesickness, but nostalgia and longing that I never had before (this is one of those things that’s expressed better in other languages – natsukashii in Japanese pretty much sums it up). I was always very happy to live in Bali and I couldn’t wait to escape the UK while I was there. Sure I missed my family and friends, Primark, Sainsburys and fast cheap internet but I figured it was worth it to trade it all in for our life of palm trees and rice fields.

I still do feel that but I’m missing things in a way that I didn’t after our last trip and I’m not sure if it’s because Maya is bigger now and able to benefit from the parks and museums and all the UK has to offer and I’m seeing an alternate reality in my head where there are four seasons and my kids are living out a childhood similar to my own.

Anyway, I’m not on the point of booking us all tickets back to blighty (not that they’d let in my husband even if we wanted to, thanks for that UK government) but I’m indulging myself a little by reading some of my favourite and some new British blogs (Tigerlilly Quin聽/ Make Do & Push / Me & Orla)and online window shopping on sites like Cath Kidston and Emma Bridgewater. I figure once I’m rich and successful, I can fill my house in Bali with lots of Britishy things.

I am actually doing some real online shopping too, I mean it is my birthday after all… picked myself up a little reminder of my home town from the Baltic gallery shop (an amazing modern art gallery with an even more amazing shop that you must go to if you’re ever in Newcastle/Gateshead. 聽We didn’t have time to squeeze in a visit on this trip but we did all go with Maya when she was a little bald baby). I didn’t think much of Newcastle when I was growing up there but the older I’ve got, the more I came to appreciate it. I was glad Maya got to share the experience of getting a train over the river and seeing all the bridges 馃檪

So I’m getting聽this:


and also some other pretty things that have nothing to do with Newcastle but I just want them (honestly the amount of money I used to spend in this shop when I lived there…) I haven’t quite decided which to choose!

That’s about it for now. More about our trip and other things soon, I promise! I must say, it feels nice to be blogging again 馃檪

Not For Sale Part 2


We’ve lived in our new home for one full cycle of the rice growth now. We arrived in November when the fields were newly harvested, waterlogged and muddy. Let our teenage ducks out to paddle and eat worms all day. Watched the farmers plant the new crop and it grow from seedlings to lush green fields and then fade to golden yellow again. Chatted with the harvesters as they cut and thresh the crop. Hidden indoors from the columns of spiraling smoke as the husks are burned back down into the earth.

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Made was speaking to the farmer yesterday who said that this land in front of our house has already been rented out and no doubt it won’t be long before there’s yet another house being built. The road we’re on is already unrecognizable from how it was 4 years ago when we built our wooden house. Once mostly rice fields with a house dotted here and there, it’s now just another housing estate.

How long before the rest of the green is gobbled up into a sea of concrete? I guess we’ll just enjoy it while it lasts and I’ll make the effort to get up earlier more often to enjoy scenes like the sunrise this morning:


You can read my first “Not for Sale” post here.

If you don’t like something, change it


This photo has nothing to do with the post but it’s the result of one of Maya’s solo playing sessions and i think it’s hilarious. We should all try and cuddle up with sheep more often!

I’ve been a rubbish blogger lately but that’s the least of my worries. I’ve also been a rubbish freelancer and most probably a rubbish parent but what’s new right? This is just one of the posts in note form that’s been sitting in Evernote for over a month and I thought I’d better get it down in a more concrete fashion before it’s no longer relevant or seems too silly to post.

The truth is I’ve been having somewhat of an existential crisis these last few months and I’m kind of in limbo, not knowing which direction I should turn in next. I’m slowly (very slowly) moving towards where I want to be (i think), but for now things are still a little weird and frustrating.

This has been brewing for a while I guess but I think it was mainly triggered by my internet connection being utterly useless for at least two months at some point earlier in the year. It would connect for 10 minutes and then go down, or connect and crawl along at an unusable speed. We took to calling out the technicians from my service provider every week. Every single time they came, it was working and they couldn’t work out what was wrong (apparently).

Needless to say I got horribly behind with my freelance writing and eventually kind of gave up altogether. It seemed like every time I would try to get some work done, yet another roadblock would appear – my computer crashed, every browser I had installed became corrupted and had to be re-installed, we had a power cut.

It was when I was sitting in our rental house, attempting to steal wi-fi from the restaurant across the road after begging Made to take the kids for the day and then realising that their internet was down too that it hit me. Why was it so difficult聽for me to just get some work done? Surely it shouldn’t be this hard? I was hiding from my kids, spending hours sitting at my computer and yet getting nothing done. I felt wrong. There’s no other word that’s more appropriate for what I felt right then. I just felt like what I was doing was wrong and something was trying to make me see that.

I’m not a religious person (much to my husband’s distress) but if I was, I’d say I felt some kind of calling from god. “Stop! you’re going down the wrong path!” I explained this feeling to Made and he nodded as if it made total sense and said “niskala!”. The Balinese believe the world is split into two halves: sekala and niskala. Sekala is the world we live and see every day, niskala is the unseen spirit world that impacts on our lives even though we can’t see it. Balinese simply take this as fact – you can’t see it but they know it exists. This is why it’s so important for Balinese to make offerings to these unseen forces. And sometimes, you feel it.

I’ve been freelance writing for over a year now and I’ve really enjoyed it for the most part. I’ve always liked writing and people seem to think that I’m good at it. I’ve gradually upped my rates increased my income but yet I feel like I’m going nowhere. Made’s long been telling me that I’m stupid to waste all my time and energy on making other people rich.

All my free time is spent writing for others so that I never have chance to work on my own business ideas, or marketing our property rental and Made’s tour services, or this blog, or even my children. Even worse I’ve been finding it increasingly difficult to sit down and write articles recently. I procrastinate, I put them off, I stare at a blank screen.

So in frustration I told Made that I’d emailed all my clients and told them I was quitting because i literally could not work anymore. He said “good”. Of course I can’t just quit like that. We still need an income and besides, I like writing – but it was clear that something needed to change.

Last month I worked about half the amount I normally do and strangely, we collectively made more money than we have done in about six months. I stopped asking Made to take the kids so I could work and instead just relaxed and spent time with them and fit writing in where I could. Most afternoons he’s been taking Kiran but Maya’s opting to stay with me and I’ve really been enjoying our one-on-one time. We’ve been going out for lunch and drawing together and I’m just enjoying having her round. She’s actually no trouble at all and most of the time opts to play by herself so I’m free to get on with my own thing anyway.

I’d been so focused on trying to create more time to work but I’m lucky enough to be able to spend this time with my children while they’re young and I want to take advantage of that. I’m no longer desperate to get Maya back into school so I have more time. I’d rather enjoy this time when she wants to be with me. I feel like I blink and they’ve both grown another inch. Before I know it they’ll both me in school and I won’t get these days back.

I’ve been going to bed at a decent hour instead of staying up late because I “have to work” but then getting nothing done (tonight is an exception as it’s nearly 1am. oops). I’ve also started doing yoga again after a hiatus of what must be about 10 years. My flexibility is shameful and my stomach muscles have all but vanished but I’m really enjoying the hour I devote to myself in the afternoons and the improvements i’ve made in just a couple of weeks are inspiring me to continue.

Before, I never took a day off, or not intentionally anyway. Some days (many days!) I’d get nothing done, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Now we’re going out every Sunday as a family and having fun at the beach or at the zoo. It gives us all a chance to decompress and marks the end of the week instead of all the days just drifting by until another month is gone.

Work-wise I’m still way behind and not getting much done but it’s not bothering me (maybe it should – sorry clients!). As i said, i do like writing and i don’t want to stop but i’m working my way towards keeping my workload at a manageable level. I already dropped one client that was taking up much of my time and I’ve taken on a couple of new jobs that I’m really enthusiastic about. I feel rather bad about going awol 聽in this transition period but hopefully the clients that remain will benefit from my refreshed outlook now that I’m starting to catch up with everything.

My main aim is still to start focusing on my own business plans and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing there at the moment. But things are slowly becoming clearer and now I’m starting to do things the right way, everything is improving – the path is becoming smooth again. I’m finally going the right way.

2014 – A year to grow


In an ideal world I would have gotten my new year goals post up here before the end of 2013, but that’s not just how my world works. 2013 was a bit of a crazy year and it continued right up until the end of the year with work deadlines, visitors, illness and general life stuff. Anyway I wanted to take a few days to really think over what I want to focus on this year and what worked and didn’t work last year.

Looking back on last year’s goal post I see there is a fair amount of stuff I didn’t achieve (cooking? ahem!) but also some significant things that i did. This year has been a great year workwise and I achieved my goal of making 20jt a month pretty consistently since April. My Indonesian has also come along a lot despite not doing all the podcasts and learning 5 words a day that I was going to (I 聽did this for a while and then got caught up in other stuff). I speak Indonesian with Made nearly all the time now, which is the important thing. I still want to improve my fluency but I’m getting there slowly.

My theme for 2013 was balance and this year I mulled over a few different words to focus on but decided on grow. I almost feel like we’ve been stuck for the last few years – not making enough money, just scraping by, constrained by having to focus all my time and energy on two small children. We moved to a new house at the end of 2013 and i feel like that was the start of many great things. I want to grow my business, grow our income, grow my relationship with my children and husband, grow my independence and confidence, even grow my blog! The foundation is complete and聽now it’s time to blossom.

I also want to focus more on myself this year – it’s the first time in nearly 4 years that I won’t be pregnant or have a baby to look after. Maya is so grown up now and I’m really seeing the light at the end of the tunnel (we can sit in a restaurant with her without her causing chaos!). She’ll be starting nursery soon too. Kiran will be mired in the terrible twos for a while yet but he’s not as attached to me as he was – I can leave him with someone else for a full day no problem. The next step is to finally finish breastfeeding and maybe attempt a night away from them both.

My health suffered in 2013 and while it was mostly bad luck I’m sure focusing too much on work and the children rather than myself had a lot to do with it too. I had dengue fever, bronchitis, flu and a whole load of other coughs, colds and stomach upsets. I’m already working on improving my health (taking vitamins, drinking more water, cooking healthier meals etc) and getting more exercise and more “me time” are going to be priorities too. It’s helped a lot moving – before I never really had any time alone and as an introvert it’s something I really need to recharge my batteries. now Made takes the kids and I’m alone in the house for a whole glorious afternoon! I’ve mostly been using this time to work but I want to take more time for just doing stuff for me like reading a book, having a bath and going for a walk. I can also now walk into Ubud through the rice fields which is amazing and opens up a whole new world for me.

So those are the overarching themes. I want to focus mainly on health and wealth and grow in both of these areas. I also want to work on my parenting skills (as i try to do continuously), be more patient and focus on creating happy memories with my children as they are growing up so fast. As for specifics, I saw a nice idea here – 14 things for 2014. So here are my 14 with no commentary on how achievable or not they may be:

  1. Make $5,000 a month consistently
  2. Make at least half my income from my own businesses (not client work)
  3. Pay off my “small” debt (which is not that small but separate from my “big” debt of student loans and bank of mum and dad mortgages)
  4. Launch 2 new websites
  5. Write an e-book
  6. Learn to drive a motorbike
  7. Create a beautiful learning/playing space in our home
  8. Cook 12 new meals (one a month and hopefully more!)
  9. Have 12 聽family fun days out (and hopefully more)
  10. Make 12 videos of the kids and our life (a la documenting delight)
  11. Go on 12 date nights with my husband (carrying this one over from last year – we managed a few!)
  12. Visit family and friends in the UK
  13. Fill a sketchbook with drawings
  14. Get up early and develop a morning routine

That’s all! Better get on with it 馃檪

p.s. I’m also thinking about a new design for this place. What do you think?

Linking up with ohdeardrea and lots of other lovely ladies here 馃檪

It’s about the journey


Recently I started reading the blog of author, Jeff Goins, which is full of really insightful posts and great writing. I also signed up for his mailing list to receive little tidbits of weekly thoughts and inspiration. The email that came through last week was titled “10 Reasons to Enjoy the Journey” and coincidentally was exactly what I’d been thinking about that week.

On my Japan post where i talked about how one trip to Japan had sparked a whole chain of new opportunities and experiences, my friend commented how different my life would have been if I was still in the uk. It’s true, things would be totally different – i wouldn’t have met my husband, i wouldn’t be living in Bali, i wouldn’t have had children, or at least not these particular children. Or maybe the universe would have conspired to have the same ending with a different journey, who knows?

Each choice we make affects our lives and for all i know there are trillions of alternate universes out there where other versions of me are carrying out completely different lives.

For example, when I first set out to travel, New Zealand was my end destination. I’d researched a lot of places and decided that nz was where i wanted to be for a year or so at least – the plan was to scratch my travel itch by backpacking through Asia for several months and then travel through nz and try to find some kind of work. I’d already lined up a work visa and spent weeks researching job opportunities, looking for travel insurance nz and asking questions in working holiday forums.

Well as you know i never got to New Zealand, but that’s not really the point. Maybe another version of me is living in an alternate nz, maybe another one worked there for 6 months and went back to the uk. The fact that I never got there at all doesn’t matter because life is all about the journey.

The experiences i had when i was travelling shaped me as a person and changed my attitude and my outlook on life. Maybe i could have flown straight to Bali and arrived on the same date but i very much doubt that my life would have turned out the same.

i decided a long time ago to try really hard never to regret anything. Even when we make mistakes, they affect our lives in ways we don’t know. Maybe if we hadn’t made that mistake, our lives would be very different and not necessarily for the better.

To give you an example, on the day I met Made he was supposed to be in Singapore. His boss had bought him a ticket and he was all ready to fly out but when he got to the airport he realised his passport was expired and he wasn’t able to travel. Balinese wages are low so the opportunity of having an overseas trip is a pretty huge thing. Imagine how you’d feel if you missed out on that? So cursing himself for being so stupid, he returned to Ubud and met me. Ha! Maybe he would have preferred the trip to Singapore :p

Our whole lives are just millions of coincidences and choices all strung together. In life we shouldn’t be hurtling forward to the destination. what is the ultimate destination? Death? It’s not about where we’re going as we don’t even know for sure. Rather it’s about what we’re doing in the here and now.

I’ve not read it yet (it’s on my list for next month) but Jeff Goins latest book is all about this. I’m intrigued to see what else he has to say. What do you think?

A Life-Changing Trip to Japan

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My first real job out of university was working as web manager for a high school. As well as developing and redesigning their website, they had grand ideas for creating some kind of online learning curriculum and wanted me to develop educational games and materials for that. Sounds great right? Well I thought so too and I was thrilled when i got the job, beating around another 10 people at interview.

The reality, unfortunately, was quite different. This was a troubled school, put in ‘special measures’ by the government and it didn’t take long to see why. The kids were out of control and the staff were not much better. As with any school, there were some great kids and some excellent teachers but the majority won out to create an atmosphere of depression and chaos.

I started with great enthusiasm but this soon dissipated when i realised nobody was interested in what i was doing. The atmosphere was toxic and I hated being there. I used to wake up feeling physically sick at the idea of turning up to work another day. One day I had a brick thrown through my office window.

Things improved slightly when I moved to share offices with the IT and science staff – there at least I had people to talk to and we could complain together about how bad things were and how much we wanted to escape. I tried applying for other jobs but had no luck – I think my confidence and state of mind were so affected, I had resigned myself to my fate.

One day I decided enough was enough – I had to get out before this place dragged me down with it. I marked a date on my calendar for leaving, with or without a new job, circled 聽it in bright red pen and booked plane tickets for a 3-week holiday in Japan with my boyfriend at the time.

Those of you who have only known me for a few years won’t know that I used to have quite an obsession with Japan. I loved everything about it – the language, the culture, art, food, cherry blossoms. I’d been studying Japanese language for a while and dreaming of the day I could walk around Tokyo, hearing it in reality.

Well dreams are just dreams until we do something about them and booking that ticket was an important lesson for me. I know now that we attract good things into our lives by putting positive thoughts out there and following our hearts.

Japan was every bit as amazing as I thought it would be. We arrived in the midst of cherry blossom season and the little pink flowers fluttered around us as we explored the streets of Tokyo and Kyoto. We walked up the steps of ancient mountainside temples, soaked in the lights and sound of Shibuya, took photos of the cosplayers in Harajuku, walked through bamboo forests and sped all over the country by bullet train.

We packed as much as we possibly could into those three weeks and every single day was like a dream come true. Of all the places I’ve been and all the things I’ve seen, that first trip to Japan is still one of my most memorable and best travel experiences.

Just to top things off, I came home to a new job, working with a group of amazing and creative people who became some of my best friends. I worked in this job for several years before I decided it was time for another change and set off on my travels again (this time on the trip that would culminate in me ending up in Bali). I am 100% convinced that if i hadn’t just set a date and bought those plane tickets, I would have never escaped from that awful job and been open to the other opportunities that are out there.

Travel really can change lives and I urge everyone to take that trip of a lifetime before the years slip away. Don’t waste any more of your precious life in a dead end job or with people that make you miserable. Buy that plane ticket. Plan that trip. Just go!

This article has been written to recognise the author麓s contribution to travel and tourism by Avis Car Hire (http://www.avis.co.uk/) on the A-List Awards 2013

Blood, babies and the realities of expat healthcare in Bali

IMG_1256A newborn Kiran, already angry – he screamed non-stop for an hour after being born.

Bear with me on the gory title, I’m going somewhere with this.

I was inspired to write this by a campaign that was going around on my Facebook news feed yesterday about a Russian woman living in Bali who had lost her unborn baby during her last month of pregnancy due to complications and was now in Sanglah hospital in a coma, fighting for her life. The campaign was to try and find as many people as possible to give B+ blood to increase her chances of survival. I just checked in on the story now to find that she has sadly died, leaving her husband and 4-year-old daughter. So utterly tragic.

Would she have lived if she was in a different country, perhaps with a readily available blood bank? Impossible to say but this problem comes up time and time again. Bali does simply not have enough blood and if, god forbid, you ever get into a serious accident or have a life-threatening illness that requires a blood transfusion, there is a good chance you will need people to donate “on demand”.

And people do get into accidents – motorbike accidents usually. Then childbirth is another big risk. I hemorrhaged after having Kiran, luckily not badly enough to need donated blood but it’s definitely something to consider in advance if you’re planning to have a baby here. I’m in the lucky position of having AB+ blood which means I can receive donations from any other blood type, but others are not so fortunate.

Pregnant women with a rhesus negative blood type are particularly at risk as it is in critically short supply in Bali. While around 15% of Caucasians have rhesus negative blood, only 1% of Asians do. The problem is a real one and I’ve heard of women shipping in blood from Singapore in preparation for labour, in case of complications.

The Red Cross maintains a register of rhesus negative donors in Bali and if you plan to live here for any significant length of time, I would urge you to make sure you know your blood type and add yourself to the register so you can be contacted when a supply is needed. My ‘lucky’ AB blood is almost useless as it can only be donated to other AB types.

From time to time incidents like the poor Russian girl come up and I do think about those of us who have chosen to live in countries less developed than the ones we come from and the risks we are taking. Bali’s medical care is improving but is still way behind the likes of Malaysia and Singapore and expats with serious conditions are usually flown out of the country.

It never really occurred to me to go back to the UK or go anywhere else to give birth – there are some good hospitals here, with well-trained doctors (although maybe a little on the laid back side – read Erica’s account of the differences between Jakarta and Singapore). They just don’t always have the resources that other countries do when things go wrong. As expats we’re often spoiled with hospitals that look like 5-star hotels with service to match. It’s easy to forget that most of the rest of the country don’t have access to these facilities – the maternal mortality rate in Indonesia is one of the highest in Southeast Asia.

If you’re interested in donating Rh-negative blood while you’re travelling in Bali, you can contact the Red Cross or Kim Patra. If you’d like to donate to a cause to improve healthcare access to pregnant women in Indonesia, Bumi Sehat is a wonderful organisation.

Do You Believe in the Law of Attraction?


I was inspired to write this post by a couple of things. Firstly one of my friends wrote on Facebook how inspired she was after watching The Secret. If you haven’t heard of The Secret, it’s a bestselling book and movie about the law of attraction. What is the law of attraction? Well basically the premise is that if you ask the universe, it will provide. Or in other words, if you believe strongly enough that you will be a successful person with lots of money, a big house and a great relationship then you will get all those things.

So anyway what was weird about her posting this is that I’d literally just read The Secret the day before. This is not a new book, it was published (and the film was made) in 2006 so it’s kind of a weird coincidence that we both watched/read it at exactly the same time 7 years later. I’m not sure exactly why I decided to read it, I was put off when it was on all the best seller lists because I tend to run a mile from anything over-hyped.

In my opinion, the main problem with The Secret is that it is over-dramatised, it over-promises (both great things for best-seller status!) but it’s light on the actual practical application of the law of attraction.

Now the premise that you can wish for a million dollars (or whatever) and it will just end up in your lap may sound like hippy mumbo jumbo and it is really. The idea that you can wish something and have it happen without any work on your part is rather dangerous. Before I read the secret, I read a few other books along similar lines but they are much more practical in their advice. positive thinking is all very well and good but you also need to be willing to take action towards achieving the things that you want.

For example this one goes into the science and psychology of positive thinking and visualisation and why they are so powerful. When you start to think about this, the law of attraction really starts to make sense – if you see yourself as a successful person and look for good things to happen in your life then you open yourself up to new opportunities and see possibilities that your eyes may have been closed to otherwise.

Visualisation has also been scientifically proven as an effective way to achieve success in many aspects of life – from achieving gold medals in the olympics to birthing a baby without pain.聽This is another reason why it’s so important to set specific goals when you want to lose weight, save money or whatever as it’s practically impossible to succeed without being very clear with yourself about exactly what you want.

Doesn’t sound quite so improbable when you start thinking about it in these terms right?

The thing about the law of attraction is that it also works in the opposite direction so that if you constantly think bad thoughts then you will bring bad things to you – people who constantly complain about being ill will always be ill, people who think and stress about their debt will only end up in more debt.

So the second incident that made me write this post was a nice little example of this negative effect of the law of attraction. Made has got it into his head that I attract bad luck. This started when we had a very old, unreliable car that was constantly breaking down. For some reason, if he went out in the car on his own it would be fine but then when we went out together it would break down. Now as far as I’m concerned, this was coincidence, but the seed was planted in his mind and now he swears whenever he brings me out with him, we have some kind of bad luck. When we went out for lunch today, the road was closed, causing us to make a lengthy diversion. Made immediately started harping on about how this only happens when i’m in the car and if he’d been on his own, he was sure the road wouldn’t be closed! 5 minutes down the road, what happens? The car splutters to a halt – out of petrol. Now was this just coincidence? Do I really attract bad luck? Or is Made creating bad luck by being convinced that we’re going to be victims of it?

The other thing that I find interesting about the guidelines for inviting good things into your life is that they’re basically the same as prayer – ask the universe for the things that you want and express gratitude for the things you already have. I am not a very religious person (much to the consternation of my very religious husband) but I do find the parallels fascinating. Not being familiar with the methods of prayer when I first met Made, i quizzed him about it and the best way he could describe it was a form of meditation.

Now meditation is another fascinating subject. In fact several studies have shown that meditation literally changes our brains and it’s becoming rather the in thing for entrepreneurs and creatives to use it as a tool for becoming happier, less stressed and better at what they do, eventually leading to more success in every aspect of their lives. See the link?

So I’d be really interested to hear what everyone else thinks about this. Do you believe that you can manifest your ideal existence? Or are you of the opinion that it’s complete bullshit? Opinions please!


A Woman’s Work


Mother’s day in the UK is the fourth Sunday but in Indonesia it’s the 22nd of December, conflicting nicely with Christmas (not that Christmas is celebrated in Indonesia but I’m not about to give it up any time soon). In the UK, the traditional celebration is to be brought breakfast in bed by your kids along with some kind of macaroni art or painted pebble or some other kind of handcrafted goodness. Here, things are rather different.

Mother’s day in Bali, like most special days, means more work for all the women. While it’s a day to celebrate and honour mothers, they don’t get a day off. On the contrary, the events planned usually require a few weeks of preparation.

In every village in Bali there is a banjar. This is an organisation that you could think of as the village council – all important events are discussed here and preparations made for important ceremonies, weddings, funerals and the like. A couple become members of the banjar after they are married and are expected to attend meetings and be involved in the community by joining in with communal cooking and cleaning and ceremony preparation.

Being a non-Balinese speaking bule and pregnant or looking after a small baby for most of the time since our wedding, I have so far avoided most involvement in the banjar, but last mother’s day, a few days before Christmas, I went along for the annual celebrations. Every year for mother’s day in our village, a fun walk is organised. Now getting up at 5am to trek miles through the rice fields rather than being served breakfast in bed is not really my idea of fun but this is all part of being a woman in Bali.

After the walk, the women congregate in the bale banjar (like a community hall) to exchange gifts. These are all very small gifts with the emphasis being very much on “it’s the thought that counts”, or not in some cases…. I received a pair of big pink nylon knickers. Made’s aunt got a packet of noodles. The woman next to me unwrapped a box of mineral water. The previous year, Made’s mother was most unimpressed with her mystery gift that turned out to be sanitary towels.

Anyway, opening the gifts does provide a few laughs and these women aren’t going to get any presents from their husbands or children so they have to rely on each other – it’s really a tough life being a woman in Bali.

Gender bias isn’t as bad here as it is in some other countries like China or India – children are treasured whether they happen to be a boy or a girl – but still, boys are favoured to a huge degree. In Balinese culture the boys stay with the family, taking care of their parents as they grow old. Here, children are your retirement fund. When a woman gets married, she goes to live with her husbands family and becomes a part of his family. Because of this, girls are not given any inheritance and in some cases are given less education because they are not considered part of their parent’s family any more once they are married.

Women here are tough and they work hard. They get up before dawn, sweep the compound, go to the market, cook for the family and make the offerings and then they go off to work. Many cultures have traditional gender roles that involve the woman staying at home to look after the children while the man goes to work but here women are often expected to be the main breadwinner too. It’s pretty common for young women to hand over their babies to their mother in law’s care when they are a few months old so they can go back to work. After returning from work, there’s no rest – only more cooking, more caring for children, more making offerings and more community commitments.

And what do the men do while the women are busy taking care of their families and earning money? Well in many cases, not a lot. You’ll see men sitting around, drinking, playing cards and stroking their cocks. Bali is definitely a man’s world.

A 聽year or two ago in preparation for some kind of village competition, every house was asked to display a sign listing all the duties of a good wife. This involved taking care of the home, taking care of the family, taking part in the community, working to make money. As you’ve probably guessed, there was no alternative list for the man of the family.

I was fairly shocked when I first came here to see that women do most of the heavy lifting and carrying on building sites. Whenever there’s a building project going on, you’ll see women carrying huge piles of bricks on their heads.

Women are expected to look after their husbands and take care of guests, whatever else they may be doing. Made often bemoans the fact that i don’t get up before him and bring him tea and cake, despite the fact that he never actually drinks it when I do make him tea. Of course my response to Made saying “make me tea” during the first months of our relationship (please isn’t really a common word in the Indonesian language) was “you’ve got hands, make your own damn tea!” I’m actually lucky to have married into a fairly progressive family – Made and his father both cook, clean and do other things that many men don’t. But I’m still expected to drop everything and make coffee for everyone like a dutiful housewife if Made’s friends turn up at the house – it’s just not the done thing for the man to make the coffee and we must keep up appearances…

I do think (and hope) things are slowly changing in Bali. Now women work and spend a lot of time away from home they’re exposed to more ideas and opinons. Bali is definitely becoming more westernized, particularly in the tourist areas and I don’t think that’s always a bad thing. It’s becoming less of a rarity to divorce which means more women can escape abusive relationships with less worry about being completely ostracized from society (however the husband retains custody of the children in 90% of cases).

There’s no doubt about it, it’s hard work being a woman in Bali…

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