My World

I am a slave to nothing but excellence – not perfection but excellence. Perfection is doing things according to the specifications and expectations of others right down to the very minutest detail. Excellence is doing things to the best of your talents and abilities employing creativity and resourcefulness, often exceeding expectations.

I am a stay-at-home mom with a diversity of interests. On top of the list is shopping, a.k.a., bargain hunting. Oh, I just love to shop, both online and on foot. Digging deep into the shop's shelves or web pages and finding the best item at the lowest possible price gives me a high that wears away the most stressful week. But no, I am not a shopaholic. I vehemently object to that condescending term that degrades wise and well-thought-of-purchase buying attitude into some form of an addiction. No, it is not an addiction. It is a therapy.

As much as I am technology and internet savvy, I have been trying to lead a small crusade to keep the old tradition of writing letters. You know the one where you get hold of a pen and paper (I prefer the scented ones), write something, fold the paper and insert a dried flower, place everything inside the envelope, lick a stamp and drop it at the post office. Usually, I receive SMS or email that they have had received my letter and I reply, via SMS or email that they too have to send me a post-office reply letter. Nothing beats the nostalgia of rereading letters from friends and family while sipping after-lunch coffee at the terrace during power blackouts. More than the scented ink and paper, one look at the writer's penmanship is enough to trigger an avalanche of good old memories.

Obviously, I love to write, from poem and haiku to comments and letters to the editor. I also love words. I love to play with words, from scrabble and boggle to the crossword puzzle. But then again, I am not just a writer. I am a consciously responsible Christian writer. My goal in life is to be an instrument of goodwill to men.

Indeed, the pen is mightier than the sword. But the same pen is nothing without words. Finally, the sword and words are nothing without THE WORD. Indeed, THE WORD makes the difference.