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If only I could leave this bed and house…


I have had to face this since Monday Morning
I have had to face this since Monday Morning

Hello world, it’s been such a mixed couple of days so far that I just had to share not one but two blog posts this very day. Ok let’s start with the first.

Since Monday morning, I have had a very hard time leaving bed. Ok, for someone who once slept just 4 hours (yes that’s bad too I know), sleeping 7 or 8 and still feeling like staying in bed, isn’t so good either.

Monday morning

Well, I am jobless sort of (don’t mind my other posts of creating lots of positive stuff, recently publishing another memoir, and much more), and the dread of not having an income and knowing that the minutes will usher in another bill, does root in apprehension. I try to stay positive and to do lots of stuffs like even learning to bike and writing projects and all. But then I equally just feel like sleeping it away. After all who cares right?

Well, in the end, I grudgingly force myself out of bed and that house by some time I can’t even remember. I go visit my dear friend who fortunately for me lives only 20 minutes away, and who so nicely got me a sybscription for the Villo! (city bikes you can rent for short distance).

Tuesday morning

I think I should go to the gym because a workout could help my sore self. I had biked for over 3 hours on Sunday and I think the body was keeping score. I therefore manage to get ready (a good 30 or more minutes), and then I walk to the gym (fortunately just 3 minutes from my place). I stay there for only 20 minutes and just can’t do anymore workout. Well, I don’t beat myself so hard and look forward to b iking to my friend’s. Really I don’t know where else I would have looked forward to going to during this ‘ackward’ tansition period of mine. (Mummy calls it a period of Grace, I admit but…)

So I survive the day at his place, but one thing leads to the other and am really nervous even at 10 pm. I can’t even get up to return home. He kindly helps me to brave it and he drives me home.

Wednesday morning

Well, I have to leave that bed and house anyway because there is an event I am invited to. It’s the national day of my country Cameroon, and there is a dinner at the Ambassador’s Residence. I finally leave the house at 1 pm and go get a hair cut. I am bent on keeping a low hair cut for as long as possible. It’s more refreshing feeling the shower through my scalp.

My dear friend drives me there at 6 pm, and kindly comes to pick me up at 9 pm. I make it looking like this below, and yes even feel some bliss watching all those people and chatting a little you know:

On my way out
On my way out

Thursday Morning

I get up at 6 am, but decide to sleep again because well I slept late last night and am trying to re-establish a good sleep hygene right? I wake up again at 7 am and that voice urges me to go back to bed. Afterall, what am I going out to?

A job? Children to drop off at school? A companion to cook for? Who cares if I add some weight? So what is this frenzy about the gym or bike and all?

It is then that I talk real harsh to my own self. I CARE and I still CAN do something about it.

Dear gentle followers and readers, I know some of us have such days too. I share to cheer us up. Not all days are like these, but such days aren’t easy to face. I told an aunt this morning I was trying my best, and she said she thought I was doing fine. Of course I told her sometimes you just have to give such ‘correct answers’ because who cares anyway what’s going on in you? I don’t know how to properly conclude this post, I just go and write the second one I mentioned above

Wishing us all the best…

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Author:

Marie Angele Abanga (simplified to Marie Abanga) aka MAG likes to describe herself as a “Jacqueline of several trades”. She is an everyday woman and mother with a zigzag profile. Let’s give it a try! She is an Activist, an Author, a Coach, a Consultant, a Feminist, a Lawyer, a Lecturer, a Prince 2 Project Manager, a Psychotherapist, a Philanthropist, a minister of the Word of God and...! She just loves to sum it up by saying she is a person of passions and a tale of talents. Her life’s journey has filled over 6 books already and her three musketeers keep her busy at home. MAG is also the founder and CEO of the association Hope for the Abused and Battered, and the Country Director of the Gabriel Bebonbechem Foundation for Epilepsy & Mental wellbeing. The plethora of life's experiences and shenanigans she has lived through and learned from in near 4 decades of existence, have equipped her with such an arsenal to coach, train and motivate just any and everyone. She is so charismatic, dynamic and full of life, going by her designed mantra of 3Ds: Determination; Discipline and Dedication. These sum her+her quest to be the best version of herself and impact others perfectly. She attributes all her wealth of knowledge to her conscientious attendance of both informal and formal school.

17 thoughts on “If only I could leave this bed and house…

  1. Dear Marie,

    I’m so sorry that you’re going through so much at the moment. I wish I could do something to help. But all I can do right now is pray for strength for you and favour to get what you need to make your life more comfortable.

    I know it’s hard to be positive when it seems everything around you is stagnant. But, that’s usually a sign that something good is about to happen. Nothing can stay the same forever. Sometimes it gets bad to get better. Just hold on my dear, keep your faith and keep praying. God will hear you and you will get an answer. I don’t know when, but He will answer you. This is something I have experienced quite a few times.

    I’m looking forward to our Skype chat later. Hopefully, I will be able to cheer you up.

    Have a blessed afternoon. 🙂

  2. What a beautiful photo! You look amazing – try to focus on the positive things in your life. Best of luck x

    1. Thanks bright, indeed I did a sequel to that post shortly thereafter. But first, I wanted to share the battles just as I live them. Best of luck to us all 🙂

  3. I’m so sorry, my Marie, that I didn’t stop by here sooner during your “mixed” and challenging week! I know that feeling of it seeming impossible to get out of bed SO well. :0

    I’m very glad you wrote about the bad along with the good – just going through that was a healthy brain exercise to do, right?

    I have to tell you that you looked STUNNING in that photo on your way to the special dinner!!!!! Wow! A True Fairy Godmother if I ever saw one!

    I’ll be reading your follow-up post asap!
    XoXo
    Dy

    1. Dear lady, indeed it was a healthy brain exercise. Yes, you sure know the feeling. Hmm, you could sure look radiant on the outside that much right? Anyway, thanks for reading and your friensdhip. I hope you manage to read the post I sent from the gbm blog. Love and nice weekend 🙂

  4. What a brave and honest and hopeful post. How wonderful that you do not allow yourself to give up. This encourages me, too.

    Exercise and being outdoors in the sunshine is a big help for your emotional health, as well as physical health. This reminds me, in the morning I must go out and run. We have had rainy weather so I have gone too long without exercise.

    Lovely picture.

  5. Thanks for sharing this…it’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s had those times. We know in our minds that we’re not alone, but that doesn’t always help what’s in our hearts. 😦

    -Shannon Richey, from my iPod.

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