Dear me…
Dear me, Dear, oh dear, oh dearie me. Just look at the STATE of you!
They don’t tell you that. Tear.
Tear. You can have it both ways with this one – ‘tear’, as in the things which drown my eyes and shine tracks down my face in the lamplight; or ‘tear’, as in the portion of my heart which ripped and ripped again with each loss and each reminder. A year ago today I shared…
The Village needs to #BeReal
Acceptance may be absolutely the perfect topic this month, because there’s a new hashtag in town, calling everyone to practice radical acceptance of themselves and others as they embrace the opportunity to #BeReal.
Ten Things of Thankful 108 #10Thankful
I yawn and stretch, having hit repeat on Erasure’s ‘Stop‘, trying to fight the dizzying fog at the corners of my mind, which threatens to roll in and swamp it again. My un-drunk cup of rooibos sits almost-cool, and with the teabag still in, it’s sweet and heavily scented when I take a sip, swirling…
Trying to #BeReal
I love being a purveyor of beauty – not just your common or garden variety beauty (I mean, sure, flowers and nature and sunset skies have their place and all…) but beauty of a calibre which can bring rich princes to their knees with keen aesthetic desire (and more) and satiate every pang of their…
I CAN stop beating myself up about self-compassion
*deep breath* Here it is – the one I didn’t want to write. A post on self-compassion; the thing I’m absolutely one of the WORST EVER at. Publicly so, to the point where people I know have looked askance at me and questioned why I would choose to make life difficult for myself by choosing…
I don’t deserve you…
In spite of my optimism yesterday, I think that this business of developing a positive sense of self (both in terms of -image and -worth) is going to be a long, slow process. I’m determined to do it, though – I have only TEN years left til ‘My’ age* (41, if you want to know),…
Your hang-ups are unattractive
Ohhh you knew – you knew as soon as you read the title, didn’t you – that I’d be back. Your ol’ mean-ole bastardface Sub-Conscious, BACK IN TOWN and ready with his hooks out for another go. As though you could read anything where the title included the words “your fear is boring” without making…
A tirade from my Sub-Conscious
This is one of those disgusting, self-absorbed posts. If you don’t like emotional vomit, click the red ‘x’ right now and continue on your merry way. But I need to sleep and I can’t because this is buzzing around my brain at a million miles an hour and I want it out. I want some…
Bondage (and not the fun kind)
I’m sure this isn’t a revelation to many of you, but you can be in bondage to all kinds of things. Sometimes this is funner than others. In the case of today’s stories, it’s the not-fun kind (sorry). It’s the immensely hard, stuck-in-this-place-and-it-hurts kind. The desperate, agonising kind which eventually wears you down beyond the…
