Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts

Monday, December 08, 2014

Mrs Egeland Apologises

Dear Readers,

I’m writing to apologise for my absence. It mightn’t be over yet.

The last few months, I have been struggling with some personal issues, that I would love to share with you but I don’t know quite how without sounding like I’m whinging.

My health has worsened. To the point where I’m teetering on the edge of a total breakdown again, this time I’m emotionally stronger. But I’m not sure how long I will be able to last.

My creative impulses are still there but I’m not making anything new, I’m not writing hardly at all, what little creativity that is created is mediocre and not worth anyone’s attention. The new blog lies unused and unappreciated, as I am unable to cope with the level of stress creating a new form for this blog would entail.

The only really worthy creation is my novel, which is right in the middle of publication. Artwork and cover colours are really the only honest-to-good creation I am able to work on, and that is in conjunction with a layout artist and my editor, so my input is minimal.

Unfortunately, I can’t share that with you, not yet, because I’m anxious that the results be seen at their finish rather than half-way through.

Its closing in to the world’s biggest, most expensive festival, Christmas. Something I personal don’t celebrate, so I’m not even doing anything for that. I have a GREAT idea for a homemade decoration that could be customised for every occasion, but even that lies stagnant inside my head as I am too exhausted to even near my sewing machine.

Sometimes, there are moments in life when health, mental and physical have to take precedence over everything else. It seems that if I could just improve a little, I would have the impetus to get back to blogging, creating and sharing the results with you all.

At the moment though, I feel stuck in a rut. As if I had fallen down a deep pit and without a huge shift I can’t get out. No matter how hard I try to pull myself out, to call for help, to see the light I can’t. I merely wear my already worn body out.

So for now, you lovely readers will have to wait it out. I have hope to be able to show you my new book in the next few months.

Thanks for you patience,

Until next time,

Davita

Monday, August 04, 2014

Mrs Egeland’s Every Day Survival Kit

Hey there, I know that I said that I would show you my painting today, and that it wouldn’t be just another recipe. The thing is I didn’t get time to even start painting this weekend, so instead I decided to show you my everyday survival kit

You Never Know

Ever since I was about 13 or 14 years old and my dad bought the SAS survival handbook I have been interested in knowing how to survive in difficult situations and lets face it life is full of those. I suppose you might call it a case of be-prepared mentality.

I have been alive and in this world for 32 years and my life hasn’t been what you might call typical of someone my age. I have reached the conclusion that most people don’t reach until their 50’s that life is un-plan-able. That the majority of things that happen to you are random acts of coincidence that you never even thought of let alone planned.

Sure you can plan a wedding, a baby or moving house even, those things are the things that you are in control of. You can plan to have further education and getting a degree, but you can’t plan having a career afterwards, at least not anymore, because that doesn’t rely solely on your ability to learn a new skill.

What I’m saying is that in this day and age we have to forever be prepared for those things that we don’t plan, good or bad that come into our lives without warning or notice.

A Lady’s Survival Kit

That’s why I carry a survival kit almost everywhere I go, and I’d like to show you what a woman can carry in her handbag without it being in anyway commando/bear grylls.

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This is my survival wallet, its handmade from some material I had. I always have material of some sort around the house. It has press-studs instead of a zip, just recently I had to customise it again to get some new kit in it.

 

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This! Its a Life Straw, or a portable water refiner that you can drink with. Its lightweight and easy to use. You simply put it in the water you are about to drink and suck like a regular straw. Always handy when you’re not sure if the water your drinking is safe.

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My basic first aid kit: Its not going to help you splint a broken limb or sew up a wound, but with its plasters, sterile padding, wipes, painkillers and anti-histamine it will help you on a trip into the woods, camping or wearing a new pair of shoes.

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Basic supplies: This is very basic, with this I can eat a few extra calories in a extreme survival situation and start a fire. It includes moist towellettes, tabasco sauce and fire lighting material. I would probably be able to survive two days on this while I was waiting to be rescued.

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Nature doesn’t stop just because you’re stuck somewhere without a toilet. A girl has to be prepared for any unexpected moments, no matter where she is. Hairbrush and lipbalm are psychological survival aids. A woman always feels better with tidy hair, loose strands of which make excellent kindling, lipbalm can help with dry lips but also help as an accelerant along with the anti-bac hand lotion.

IMG_1945 Your teeth and mouth are very important and linked to general good health, keeping teeth clean helps no only physically but psychologically. Sewing kit could be used to make things or even sew up wounds. My foldable cup is handy in any situation and these heat producing pads are excellent when trying to stay warm.

I forgot to photograph but also in my kit is a pack of cards, because boredom and worry are the worst things to have to combat whilst in any survival situation.

I depend on my survival kit, its helped with cuts, emergencies and sometimes entertaining small children. I try not to leave the house without it. It even helped me help a lady with a small child who had cut himself quite badly on some glass in the road, thanks to my kit I was able to offer a sterile pad and some plasters.

I hope you enjoyed seeing my survival kit, maybe it will make you consider building your own.

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Until next time

Davita

Monday, August 19, 2013

Lost and Untethered

If you’ve read my latest posts you’ll know that of late I’ve been feeling rootless and lost. Its an intense sensation, the emotional equivalent of waiting at a bus stop trying to get home. The worst of it, just of late, is that I feel as if I’m at some sort of crossroads and I don’t know which way to turn. The thing is this isn’t a singular occurrence, I’ve felt like this before. Only then I was 25 years old, and not long afterwards I met the man I married and moved to Norway.

But even before that, what I’ve always wanted since long before I started writing this blog, was a career in writing. The trouble is there isn’t so many opportunities to write for a living. There’s journalism, not really my thing, I can be dramatic but I’ve never wanted to tell other people’s stories unless I’m personally connected to them. Then there’s writing a column, and that’s why I started this blog, as a way to write long, random pieces without any apparent connection except that I wrote it. There’s also writing a novel, which if any of you have read any of these posts at all in the last few years, you will know that I have done that and I’m still waiting to see if it will ever get published.

Hope however prevails, but still writing as a career isn’t easy. As in all creative careers its difficult to get your break and it takes a lot of patience and determination. It isn’t exactly the most financial rewarding either, most published author’s will tell you that even after they’ve managed to publish and sell their first novel they still have to continue at their day job to pay the bills. So unless you manage to be the next J.K. Rowling, a tough job for any writer, you are not going to be earning mega-bucks anytime soon. Which is why I started to work in child care and began a course to learn how to be a registered child carer. I do love working with children, but it just doesn’t take the place of writing and to be honest its far too demanding a job to be able to work in child care and write as well. One thing I have learnt in doing the course is that I love writing so much that I don’t really mind what I’m writing about, so long as I get to write. Of course the dream is that eventually all that hard work of writing a novel will pay off and I will publish and can start considering my next adventure in literature, which will eventually mean that I won’t have to have a day job and I can concentrate on my passion.

Of course everything would have been a lot easier if I’d gone down the route of further education, if I had learnt from the start how to write and what to write and possibly gotten a job in journalism at an earlier stage in my life. Then I would be able to tell publishing houses, “look at all the pieces I’ve written in the newspaper, see how good I am”, instead of “take a chance on me that I might be good enough to sell.” Instead I’m 31, almost 32 years old and I’m trying to crack into this business with a hammer.

To be honest, and apart from this blog, I’ve gotten to the point where I am losing hope. I was on the verge of just forgetting the whole thing when my darling mum spotted a website from the UK www.creative-choices.co.uk. The idea that there was a way for me to do something I love and I’m good at, that doesn’t necessarily mean I need to learn, except perhaps to improve my punctuation… hehe. It got my hopes up, unfortunately I’m not living in the UK and I can not write in Norwegian, so whether these kind of opportunities are open to me in Norway I don’t know but it gave me hope and encouragement when I needed it most. If any of you are reading this feeling the same, outside of the UK I’m sure that you will be able to find similar sites. Its just a question of looking!

Whilst I’ve been stuck at these crossroads, unsure where to go I did what anyone else would and “googled” my feelings, hoping to find some advice. I came across a webpage called Wise Bread and I tried the suggested 20 min exercise. I don’t know if it gave me anything to think about, I didn’t discover anything new, rather it magnified what I already knew about what I wanted to do with myself. I suppose for me, the most it did was make me more determined to continue on doing what I was already doing, blogging. Holding on to the hope that my novel will eventually get published and that somehow, somewhere in the next few months something is going to change and I will no longer feel lost.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Life lost nobody

That's me. It sounds like I'm being hugely self critical but honestly, I'm 25 (yes, it's my real age) and I still have no clue what I'm supposed to do with my life. Half of my friends are married and the rest are trying to make a career for themselves. I didn't go to college/further education I moved to Spain, I didn't want to go to further education, to be perfectly honest I couldn't see the point. So here's my dilema, now I'm here, my only true talent is writing and that is because they taught me how to do that at the age of 5 and continued to teach me right up to high school. I'm at a relatively young age but where as all my peers are already happily on the road of life, I sit here unsure what talent I actually do have. I've never taken the time to find out what I'm good at, and so I sit and ponder what I want to do with my life, waiting as I usually do for something to come along and take the decision away from me. My question is how can you possibly know for sure at 17 or 18 what you want to do with your life? So that you can choose what to study? Study something that will give you qualification that you will use for the rest of your life? How is that possible? You don't marry the person you meet at 17... so why make a choice that will dictate your life at college?

Some of my friends say that they spent college trying to figure that out, and that mostly they just studied the most economically course. The one that would eventually make them the most money. Only my dear artistic friends did something that they really felt strongely about, they went to art college.

My life has been lived in the "university of life" and although it's given me a hugely matured, open minded view of the world, it hasn't given as many qualifications as I would like. Thankfully I still have the opportunity to try my hand at studying, but it will mostly be vocational training.
Furniture renovation and practical things like that. That's something that has developed out of a love of furniture and interior design, not because I went to college. So still my question is left unanswered, and I suppose that it's something that everyone has to answer for themselves. Personally although I'm glad I didn't go to further education because it gave me other opportunities, I would like to retrain and maybe the next twenty years of my life doing something completely different. Over and out.