Unlovable, but SHE taught me love
It’s absolutely the most miserable thing in the world to love someone and to think they could never love you back…because you’re unlovable, and you don’t know how to ‘do’ love right. Advertisements
Ten Things of Thankful 141 (Pupils, Dahling) #10Thankful
The challenges to my self-opinion have come thick and fast, recently. Maybe it’s just the right time, or maybe it’s the universe kicking my ass into gear. Whichever it is, I’m glad of it. I used to think I was good at self-analysis, and yet somehow have constantly been baffled when others’ opinions of me…
TRUTH, and other lies we tell.
It’s so easy to see something insightful or inspiring, and respond “TRUTH!”, as though we’re confirming an absolute, rather than sharing an opinion steeped in a lifetime of personal circumstance, culture, and outside influence. I’m wary of those words which seem too good to be true; too glib; too ‘one-size-fits-all’.
The Village needs Forgiveness (a #1000Speak post)
Occasionally, in the Blogosphere, a spate of posts will crop up across the place – letters to my former self – and my heart jumps into my mouth as I begin to panic that someone might tag me to write one. But things seem to be falling into disconcerting place, and I feel I may…
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.
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…
No, you don’t deserve me…
Come here and sit with me for a few minutes, my lovely – there’s something I want to tell you. It’s not a big thing, and really no more than semantics and a measure of stubbornness on my part, but it’s something which sticks in my craw and I want to get cleared up once…
