What on earth does that mean? Fun according to who?
Can you see where this is going?
The sound of ‘should’ tends to bring my shoulders up to my ears. I figure I’m getting a little long in the tooth to be told what I should and shouldn’t do. So when someone (especially me) tells me I ‘should’ do something, it’s a flag to stop, reflect and reconsider. Who says I should do it? Why? Continue reading
As we madly set our goals for the year, could you consider choosing a getting better goal rather than a being good goal?
What I mean is, if you think about your goals in terms of getting better at something, rather than being good at it, then with every small change or action – whether we get it perfect, complete or not – we’re achieving our goal anyway – we’re getting better at it. Continue reading
So, I’m a published author, I made that dream a reality. What else is possible?
If I can write and publish a book after dreaming about it for decades, then I believe anyone can. If I can survive sharing with the world the deepest hurt of my life and how I found my way home—what else is possible?
That’s what I kept asking myself just before I fell into a big emotional puddle the other day. Up to my neck drowning; again. Tears close to the surface, fear and anxiety rising, the joy disappearing under a tidal wave of overwhelm.
Yesterday this post was titled ” an ocean, a rowboat, and one paddle”. It was all about how if I’d know how traumatic it would be to publish a book, I might have changed my mind. You may never have got to read Breathing While Drowning: One Woman’s Quest for Wholeness.
It’s been almost a year since I finished the manuscript. The writing was an emotional roller coaster all on it’s own; reliving the 20-year-old journals I wrote to my daughter Jacqui Bree before and after her death at the age of four.
But if I thought that was tough…
So a scary thing happened a little while ago.
It was happening, the book was written, it was edited and at the publishers. Then I got the proofs back. What do you imagine happened then?
Did I leap for joy at seeing my dream come true or run screaming from the room?
[Exit stage left 1 aspiring author] Continue reading
You’re falling. The ground rushes to meet you. You know, with unfailing certainty, that falling is going to hurt. You have a nanosecond to react. What goes through your mind? Does anything?
There is nothing graceful about falling. The physicality of being splayed all over the footpath in a tangle of apologetic dogs is not graceful. Continue reading
There’s something magical about telling a story, and my dream has always been to write stories. Until recently, story writing was just that, a dream. But it’s a dream no longer; my book is finished and it’s being published soon.
My story is Breathing While Drowning, a memoir of my life so far. My heroine’s journey into despair, trials, tribulation and my quest for healing and return to living a vibrant and remarkable life, a life worthy of my attention. Continue reading
Ask for help for my stuff? Yoikes no! I’m fine thanks, I’ll manage. And I usually do; manage that is. I don’t know about you, but I find it so much easier to do things for other people than for myself.
I’ve found not asking for help for my own stuff, my most difficult habit to break. It just doesn’t come naturally. I have a tough time holding myself accountable for my own dreams, they tended to be last on my list and so often not done, leaving me more and more frustrated and stressed from the Zeigarnik Effect. Continue reading
I’ve had a serious dose of FoMO (Fear of Missing Out). I’m constantly struggling to balance my multiple passions with my FoMO. Throw in a chronic dose of busyness that runs rampant through our work and personal lives and of course right now, there’s Christmas – it’s no wonder I’m exhausted! Continue reading
Imagination is one of the joys of being human. What a gift to be able to create images and ideas without the thing being present or real. Combine that with the thought that energy flows where focus goes, so whatever you focus on is what you’ll think about and be more likely to act on. So now you have two things working to make your dreams come true. But that’s not enough to make it happen. Let’s face it, most of us have dreams and that’s all they are, dreams, they never become our reality. We keep those dreams tucked up safely, gathering dust, and we don’t really believe we can have them. And let’s not even think about whether we deserve them or not. Continue reading