Everything we receive, purchase, keep, hold dear, hate, fix, admire, and love is filled with emotion and intention, the good and even the bad. It's filled with it's own life and energy and connects and melds with our own lives.
Being a Mum is hard. Seriously. Hard. Work. I'm always gifted at least a weekend off in May though. My birthday and Mother's Day are usually within days of each other. Which is great actually. I can find myself relaxing and only having to fold one load of washing over 3 days. (Of course that… Continue reading A Day for Mum.
Every few months I feel myself going a bit crazy. I think, geeez, what’s happening with me, a few months ago I was super motivated and in a good head space, but now. Meh. The world seems to be buzzing in and around my head, I’m unable to relax. I’m grouchy, irritable, not present, want… Continue reading Social Media Noise and Addictions.
It's the first of May. What does this mean? Other than 10 days until my birthday? (Oh yes.) It means lots of people in the world are starting 'challenges'. Every time I open my email or social media, there is a challenge. A 30 day blogging challenge. A 30 day eating healthy challenge. A 30… Continue reading A Challenge.
Yes. Me. Writing again. I guess it’s time. This question seems to arise in my social media feeds quite often lately. (Which is driving me bonkers but that’s a whole other topic.) What are you passionate about? Or What do you want your dream life to look like? This seems to be the advice I… Continue reading Authentic Ramblings
Almost two weeks ago, I had an operation which hopefully will change my life. First let's begin here, in February. The following is something that I wrote in my person journal. Today, I had an ultrasound scan. The last one I had was when I was pregnant with my twin boys. That time I was… Continue reading A New Life Without a Uterus
You are a genius. I'm not one to be overly fashionable. I wear what I wear and I like it. I couldn't tell you what designers do what and I find shopping for clothes a complete waste of time and energy. I know there are women like me, somewhere. But I do love second hand… Continue reading To whomever dresses Norma Bates…