IT’s nearly here. The big day! The day every child in the land is excitedly waiting for. The day that comes with all the expectations, all the hopes and all the stress. The day that many people are longing for. The day that many other people will be dreading. Christmas Day. For most of us there will be presents, a turkey dinner, booze and plenty of it. (If we’re lucky.) However
A FEW weeks ago, I was blatantly ignored by a group of women. I smiled, said hello and looked around the room, waiting for a group of women, whom I didn’t know, to respond. But nothing came. (Talk about awkward.) For a second or two, I thought perhaps they haven’t heard me or that someone, anyone, in the crowded room would shoot me a friendly smile any time soon. But
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
I HAVE what is known as a three strike rule when it comes to people. And keeping them in my life. It’s not a rule that is set in stone, but it goes a little bit like this… Hurt me once, and I’ll forgive you. Hurt me twice, and I’ll forgive you. But I will consider your behaviour more carefully. Hurt me three times, and I’ll forgive you. But I
I’M GOING through one of those fabulous phases in life at the moment. You know, the ones when life seems to be a little more exciting and jam packed than usual. So here’s a quick sneak peek of what I’ve been up to recently… New additions to the family Ok, let’s start with the most exciting news first! We have two new additions to the family and nope I’m
WOMEN get an incredibly tough deal, in this world, at times. So it makes sense for us to stick together right? We all know this (or most of us do) yet how many of us can say we do this? Like really? How many of us can say, “sure, I know how to be a good sister!” I mean, honestly, can you? From a young age, we are taught that
I can still remember the first time I saw the new girl at school. Ten years old, she was my first girl crush. Pretty, stylish, fun and happy, she seemed to have it all. When she didn’t know I was looking, I would gaze at her across the playground or during assembly and marvel at her cool clothes, that set her apart from all of us. She wore raa raa
I’VE been talking to myself a lot lately. (Although to be fair, I always talk to myself, so no great news here.) But what is different though, is the way in which I am talking to myself. And the language that I’ve been using. Because I’ve been working on it you see. The words that I use for my internal dialogue. The phrases that I say. And I’ve been working hard
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