WHAT people think about us? What they may say behind our back or in the company of others. Why do we care if people like us or not? Some people will, others won’t. So what’s the big deal? Why do we care if people look at us in the street or when we’re out and about? Surely it’s better to be noticed than to be invisible? Isn’t it? Why do we
SHAKESPEARE once said: “All the world’s a stage”. And I happen to think he’s right. But what about our stages? The places where we shine. The places where we feel at home. The places where we come alive. Have you found yours yet? It’s a funny question to ask granted, but bear with me. Because the inspiration for this post came from the absolute legend that is Oprah and well, if
WHEN I was 18 years old, I was broken. Same applies for when I was 19 too. On the cusp of adulthood, at a time when life should have seemed full of opportunity, excitement and happiness, I was in the darkest pit of despair I have ever crawled into. Broken. Shattered. Basically ripped apart. From the outside most people would never have guessed my inner turmoil and misery. I looked
SOME days I feel like I could take on the world. (And maybe even win.) Other days it can feel like a struggle just to leave the house and face it, let alone take it on. It’s a funny ol’ thing confidence. Take for instance this week. On Tuesday, I was feeling bold, invincible and at my absolute best. Flying high and making magic happen. And then the day after. Bam,
CHILDREN are dying. Children are drowning as their parents try to get them to safer shores away from their war-torn homeland. And it has to stop. No beautiful child like Aylan should ever have to lose their life. No beautiful child like Aylan should ever have to be found, washed up dead. Cold and alone on a deserted beach. No beautiful child like Aylan should ever have to suffer in
A FEW weeks ago I wrote a post about walking away from people. From those who make you miserable, treat you shoddily or fill your world with negativity. The post received quite the response (thanks everyone!) and is still attracting comments, even as I type. So today, I thought I’d carry on the ‘walking away’ theme and give us all some food for thought on this sunny Friday. Myself totally
BEFORE our plane had even landed in Kefalonia, I had already fallen a little in love with the island. As we came into land, we flew over the most beautiful beaches and turquoise seas, pretty little villages scattered across the hills, all lit up by the most glorious sunshine. And so I knew, before my eager feet had even touched the hot tarmac, that I had found a Greek paradise.