“Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security”. E.R. Stettinius, Jr. Back in the day I used to think that my idea of hell would be a stable job, secure home in the suburbs and sensible rubber boots. I wanted to be free damn it. Now…it seems almost the opposite for I’ve realised… Continue reading Freedom = Security
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I do it in on the daily
Over the holidays-hurrah! Rare teacher perk-I followed a ‘magic’ formula for things to do each day that have a positive impact on mind, body and spirit. Behold M-M-W-G-F. A not so catchy acronym for: Move-Meditate-Write-Gratitude-Fun. I did these things on the daily and loved every minute of it and I’d do it again I tells… Continue reading I do it in on the daily
Do less
Everyone’s so busy these days. Busy busy busy! It’s the standard reply you hear from everyone you ask, “what are you up to?” “I’m busy”. It’s like a cult. A cult of the busy; dashing between appointments, carrying a baby and a briefcase (if Hollywood movies are anything to go by), sipping coconut lattes out… Continue reading Do less
Duchess of Discomfort
Recently I’ve been exploring how to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. After all, life isn’t always a cake walk through the forest of rainbows and if we fight it, flee it or bitch about it, it gets worser rather than betterer. My aim is to always be cool, calm and unruffled and act with more… Continue reading Duchess of Discomfort
Fearsome
As you may have now realised, I’m a self-help junkie. I love a fix of the law of attraction, an attitude of gratitude and a recital of affirmations. One of the topics often explored in the self-help realm is facing fear. Fear of failure, fear of being criticised, fear of the Kardashians inheriting the earth,… Continue reading Fearsome
Wishful Drinking
Now I must admit that I stole the title from Carrie Fisher’s (RIP Queen) excellent memoir but it’s such a good one. I’ve done a lot of wishful drinking in my time. Wishing to change my mood, fill the void, escape loneliness or boredom or just plain wishing for another drink. I’m pleased to report… Continue reading Wishful Drinking
Shy Guy
That’s me hiding behind the flowers! Hiding my light under a bushel so to speak. My first instinct when I see someone I know is often to hide. Why? Not because I’m a rude bitch but because I’m shy. Being a shy person in a world that values loudness and brashness can be tricky. As… Continue reading Shy Guy
Weave the Future Magical 