How leaving my comfort zone enhanced my life.
My head told me to stay in my lane, don’t veer, don’t even look in your side mirror. STAY IN YOUR LANE!!!
The very idea of changing or even challenging my path and direction at 47 years old was an idea that was worthy of suppression. Exploring the concept of life having more meaning and more to offer than just being a mum and wife was a paradigm that was almost untouchable and unthinkable for me.
I got married at the age of 20 to my childhood sweetheart. Had my first son…
To whom it may concern or aggrieve,
The topic of vaccination at this time has been phenomenally controversial. It is one that as much as I try I cannot escape.
It follows with relentless obsession. It follows to the supermarket, on my walks with friends, to the butcher, at the dinner table…exposing any place of exchange and connection. No place is untouched by the conversation.
It is passionately voiced with almost god like reverence. Adored and clutched to with hope and conviction of it being our kryptonite to the madness of life being experienced with COVID19.
We are exhausted, hopeless…
Another lockdown, another series of feelings, thoughts and mind sets that are affecting energy deeply. The collective experience is palpable, distinct and real.
I walk the streets and it seems people are the same as they were 12 months ago. Magnification of suspicion, distrust, brokenness wash over the paths we share.
Conversations with friends and family seem to feel the same. The merry-go-round of frustration, anger, confusion and depletion is almost dejecting. Emotional and physical energy doleful. Happiness is almost non-existent.
Individually we are suffering according to what distinctive factor is missing during this time. Some suffering due to financial…
Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognised the person staring back at you? This happened to me last year and….it was a jolting feeling.
Familiar recognition of the outer was instant. The curly hair, light skin, and freckles were the same, albeit a few extra wrinkles, cellulite dimples and pigment spots that joined the party without an invitation. However, the hazel eyes that stared back at me were different. They looked the same but felt distinctively peculiar. Simultaneously questioning and antagonising me.
The old me would have chosen to ignore and push uncomfortable to the side. The…