Tag: selfhelp

How’d I do?

So, this year, I’m surrendering to being the most me I can be, let the chips fall where they may. I’m leaning into my interests more and letting the rest go. I hope there will be more and more writing, reading, dancing, walking, exercising, studying, Taylor singing, comedy quoting and wig snatching to come this… Continue reading How’d I do?

This Girl is on Fire Part 2

Since discovering the F.I.R.E. (Financial-Independence-Retire-Early) movement, I’ve been motivated to see how I can earn more money, spend less of it and invest the gap. This has been a fun challenge for me and I’ve enjoyed being a joyful frugalista and am inspired by the community in particular THE Joyful Frugalista, Mr Money Mustache, Vicki… Continue reading This Girl is on Fire Part 2

Vetty vs. dating

It’s been over a year since I summoned up the courage to ‘put myself out there’ by online dating. Please, no medal for bravery required, but I do appreciate the sentiment. It did involve the challenges of leaving the house, trying to look nice and talking to strangers. Here’s what I learned from 13 first… Continue reading Vetty vs. dating

But why tho?

Maybe those 3 year olds that test your patience by following you around asking, ‘why?….why?…but why?’ are onto something. Spectacled and sweet über-geek Simon Sinek suggests that we should always, ‘start with why’. He espouses on this simple but effective philosophy in his excellent TED talk and book of the same name. The basic premise… Continue reading But why tho?

Sober as a judge

It’s been almost 3 years since I hung up my booze goggles and opted for the sparkling water over the sparkling white wine. Now it seems normal not-to-drink in the same way it used to feel normal to-drink. Giving up the booze was long overdue for me and has improved my life in many ways… Continue reading Sober as a judge

Avoidant

I’ve spent much of my life jumping out the window and making a break for it. Sometimes it was a real window (luckily only from the first or second floors) and other times it was a metaphorical window. My go-to coping mechanism is being avoidant. You name it, I’ve avoided it. Slept through it. Not… Continue reading Avoidant

Feeling Poorly

This week I’ve been sick. Sick as a dog. Feeling poorly as our British friends would say. Now this seems outrageous to me. I’ve been dedicated to my to-do list of eating well, sleep and exercise and still I’m in a snot-faced, cough-up-a-lung, sinus-balloon-head state. How can I deal with this when I often smugly… Continue reading Feeling Poorly