A room of one’s own
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The problem with a stiff upper lip
Is that you forget empathy.
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Under the sun
Apparently, there’s nothing new there. Every song has an echo of another, every story re-writes ones that already exist. Fashions come back decades later, pieces of art are re-worked.
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The padlock
Two Fridays ago, I was walking the dog in an unusually quiet park. I only saw one other dogwalker and they were heading out as I went in. The sun was beginning to set, but there was still more light than shadow.
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I found it.
The word that entirely encapsulates my life, dictates my actions and controls my decisions. It is this: catastrophise (verb gerund or present participle: catastrophising) view or present a situation as considerably worse than it actually is. At first I thought, oh that’s because of the time I went optimistically alone to be told I had…
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Tiny teachers.
The other week I learnt a life lesson. From my nine year old daughter. We’d had a disagreement over something, and, very quickly, she put her arms round me and said ‘I’m sorry’. No reasons, no excuses, no anger at all. Any time I, or possibly any adult, apologises there’d always be qualifications.
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Thinking back Thursdays Week One
I was looking over previous blog posts today, and I thought, why not share these again? I’ll post one a month, until they run out. This one is my highest viewed post ever. I think I’ve got my legendary granny to thank for that, still making herself noticed, even beyond the grave! Unsung heroes from…
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The Greatest?
Who decides that, when it comes to subjective, unquantifiable things?
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Let it go
Yesterday I realised that I’d changed.
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Re-imagining the future.
There’s a photo of me standing on our front door step when I was four, dressed up as a nurse. Work experience twelve years later confirmed that actually, I would be terrible at it.
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‘The law is a ass’ *
I’m talking about Murphy’s law here, you know the ‘if anything can go wrong it will’ one.
Ruth Writes 