I LOVE a good plan. I’m a planner. Sometimes it hurts when unforeseen kinks appear in my plans. This week I talk about some things I do to manage my own expectations, in case things don’t go exactly the way I plan them.
A friend once said to me that she remembered that I “wasn’t good at anything” when we were kids. This week I talk about what’s changed over the years.
I am a creature of habit. I love my little rituals and routines. I am very aware of this and take advantage of my ability to form habits.
Anxiety is on the rise globally. Many people, including some anxiety sufferers, may not know what anxiety is or how to deal with it.
It’s time we swallow our pride and start having these discussions. We need to talk about mental health.
I have a deep love for the peaceful quiet that only solitude can create. When the dogs are sleeping, and the only sounds I hear are birds chirping, my introspective mind comes alive.
The blank in between the interactions, where I can find my true self, uncluttered by the sounds and feelings of others. This is my chapel, my holy place, where I speak with my soul.
“You look like you take good care of yourself.” – What a strange thing to say to someone.
Self care is the deepest affection that you can show to yourself.
It has taken me years to get to where I am now in regards to self care. As I grow and age self care has become a much bigger priority for me.
Written words are enchanting magic spells, casting thoughts out into the wider world. As I relax into a quiet space behind my keyboard something miraculous happens.
Many people complain about how much they hate writing papers, but my experience with writing (typing) has been very different.