A room of one’s own
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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.
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Don’t let it stop you.
Last week I discovered the reason why my eleven year old wouldn’t play his clarinet in front of people. I put it down to lack of practice, but I was wrong.
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Stop.
I heard that word three times this morning: picking up extra stocking presents that were superfluous to requirement, I was aware of my head screaming ‘stop’. Then, as my soup got cold and my toast soggy, my husband said multiple times ‘stop doing the stuffing and come eat’. Then, my mum told me on the…
