THE older I get, the more I’m beginning to realise that when it comes to life… You need to be a bit like a rubber ball. To deal with being thrown around. To handle being knocked off your feet. To launch yourself at your dreams and when you miss, to throw yourself at them, again. It’s all about bouncing back, isn’t it?
AS a total bookworm, I cannot get enough of the little devils. Books, that is. I dream of my house, one day, being some kind of gigantic library. So far I’ve still got some way to go with this, but I’m getting there. A woman on an important mission, I’m sure you’ll agree. In my house there are bookcases and piles of books in every room. Some books I could
I DON’T know what’s happened to me over the past few months. But I do know this. No longer can I stand fakery. No longer can I stand the not so sweet smell of bulls**t that seems to linger pretty much everywhere these days. Do you know what I mean?! I’ve talked about it a few times on my blog previously. About the importance of being honest and authentic. And
I KNOW nothing. Ok, so maybe not nothing but definitely, very little. If I was an owl, I would be rubbish, because you know they’re supposed to be wise and well, I’m far from that. Yet. It’s my birthday tomorrow and I will be turning the ripe young age of 36. And so, last night when I was thinking what to write about today, I thought, I know! I’ll share
IF I asked you today, “how are you feeling?” what would you say? What would your reply be? Would you say “fine thanks” and give me a full beam of a smile? Or say “I’m great? Never been better!” Perhaps you would mean it. Perhaps you’re jumping around with utter joy today. I hope that is the case. Hell, I’d love to think this is the case, for all of you that
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
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
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