I’ll try to sum up everything happening now in three main points, in three categories: past, present and continuous.
And writing feels like life. The more I learn about life, the more I realize the most important feeling is the feeling of connection: connection to spirit, connection to humanity, connection to nature, connection to the universe, and connection to God/Source. And putting words on a page helps me feel connected.
I don’t exactly have a full-time job at the moment – I can’t find one. And the cherry of the cake – I don’t need to study. I thought about what I liked, and what I wanted to do with all this free time. I wanted to document and share experiences through my own perspectives. A camera and a pair of shoes – really all I need. And what better time to start on this then now? Life doesn’t wait for anyone.
Keywords: connection, goals, learning
I’m only a few weeks into my “52 New Things” experiment, but here is what I’ve learned so far
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I envied moms who could stay at home with their babies. So when the opportunity came for a work at home job for me, I felt that it was an excellent opportunity for me to finally shift from the corporate world and create what I felt was my ideal life. The bonus part was I am still able to contribute to our family financially and don’t give up my career, all while caring for our daughter.
The expectation was high, and I’d picture myself playing with my daughter all the time. Being present to all her milestones. All day every day, I get to be there for nap time, bath time, meal time, and more play time. Home cooked meal. Organized and clean house. I got to sleep extra hours because I don’t have to get up way earlier to commute because of the damn traffic.
More time on almost…
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Life, Social Media
Have you ever stopped to think about what you are really sharing on social media? Is the post you are writing or sharing something you really would like the world to know? We are very much in a day and age where we feel as though everyone should know everything about us through means of social media. But is this right? By sharing certain aspects ie. a frozen in time moment with your loved one for example, we then are asking others to assume certain things about us, to build up a digital image of us and how they think we are as a person. Subconsciously people then begin to build a picture of how they think we are feeling or what they think we are going through. When in fact nobody has any right to do that. For example, just because you share a post about anxiety, it doesn’t…
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“Young blood, came to start a riot
Don’t care what your old man say
Young blood, heaven hate a sinner
But we gonna raise hell anyway”
Raise Hell – Dorothy
Thanks for sticking with me while I took some time off to re-group. I’m now going to explain why I felt like I had to.
Recently someone who should support me no matter what, tore into this blog and my character. Calling me and my writing fake. Calling me and my writing attention seeking and assuring me that everyone agreed. They even went so far as to question if my mental health problem was even real and if I was doing it just for reads.
This shook me and my confidence in my blog. I wont lie about it. I doubted myself and my pieces. I sat here and cried about the fact that someone who should love…
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Tomorrow’s blog will be all whips and chains. You know, a kick in the ass before the weekend. I like those Kicks up the ass.. The harder you kick, the more I’ll fight. The bigger the challenge, the greater my enthusiasm. Some people want offers they can’t resist. Personally, I tend to go for challenges I can’t resist.
I’ve thought about that a lot lately. I like to be pushed out of my comfort zone. I thrive on challenges. I love discipline. The harder you hit me, the higher I rise.
I’m never gonna stop loving challenges I don’t think. They’re addictive. Adrenaline fueled adventures into the unknown. Or simply running as fast as I can until I get high on endorphins. Try talking to me after a run and a cup of coffee. I will be delirious with happiness and overcome by enthusiasm.
The thing is, how I treat…
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Tonight I was stood in the chippy, minding my own business (for once), when I could feel to the left of me, someone staring at me.
Actually, staring was an understatement.
So I turned and looked and there with absolutely zero fucks and even less shame, was a chap old enough to be my Grandad, eyeing me up.
Was I dolled up like I was yesterday, in a frock as my Dad would comment & a bit of lippy.. no, I was looking like I’d just crawled out of bed a la scrubber styleeee.
“Want to come and have a butty with me?” Grandad quipped, “I’ll tell the wife to set another at the table love!”
Either I look like I need fattening up (which my hips, if they could speak would say, absolutely not fatty) or I’d just been hit on. I laughed, the chippy guys laughed and I…
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