Mugged by Grief
I admitted that finding the remaining single earring from a pair made me feel grief all over again. And I resolved to let go of that which causes me grief.
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Finding Myself and Losing Myself
I’ve been searching for myself again recently. I catch glimpses of me in others’ words and in my blog posts and what I feel. That wax and wain of self knowledge, understanding, and love seems something I should be used to already but I’m not. I often sit back and spend time envying others for…
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Easter 2019
This year, my son’s birthday fell on the same day as Easter. So we had more family around and multiple days to do all the activities. The Easter egg hunt was on Easter/Eamon’s birthday orchestrated by him and Miss Sue aka the Easter Chicken. The hunt privilege has been passed down from Eamon to Fiona…
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Permission to Be A Changed You
I was reminded of, or perhaps gifted, a thought today by a wise online connection, Anna Lovind. She said, “I am the person who is allowed to change. I don’t owe anyone consistency. I don’t need to be faithful to what I used to be (unless I want to).” We owe no one, not even…
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Finding my Way out of the Grief Maze
I’d tell you to stop me if you’ve heard this but you probably have heard it and I certainly can’t stop repeating myself. In my post Re-Being Me, I mentioned how I feel like I’m just now coming back from my post tail spin turned time out when I took a seat, dialed it all…
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A Shame about the Gain
I woke up this morning in a mad at myself mood. I felt shame. I felt shame about my shame. Today was the day that I was going to cancel my Weight Watchers subscription. Because I would have been doing it for 2 months and lost my holiday weight. The weight ‘d allowed myself to…
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My Purposeful Life as Mother
I have long been frustrated with my fearful self. I’m so smart and so talented so need to make an impact on the world. Let everyone know who I am and what I know. And if I don’t, I’m a loser. It’s the smart girl’s sabotage. It’s the knife I perpetually hold to my throat….
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Re-Being Me
I struggle with being myself. I have spent a lifetime trying to be the right me. “Just be yourself” confuses me. All the efforts to restore myself or find my way back are a nice concept but I don’t know if I ever felt 100 % safe to just to be me. I am working…
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You Have a Right to Hear Yourself Speak
I believe very strongly in the power of words. To ignite, to soothe, to pinpoint, or to release. From a young age, I began to write so that I could hear what I was thinking and to work out where I was. I found the therapeutic value in hearing myself think and felt my value…
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Clearing Away the Clutter and Chaos
In the beginning of the year, I began the simplification and clearing out of my house yet again. A couple years back, I read Marie Kondo’s book The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up . I adopted a few of her storing techniques but never went all through the house. In January,I start stripping my…
