I have this phrase glued to the wall above my front door. It’s the last thing I see as I leave the door, just above an Aristotle quote “We are what we repeatedly do” (particularly apt for someone with OCD) and Hemingway, “Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.” Continue reading
The brightest and most memorable days in my life were at the time, just ordinary days. Continue reading
I used to think of success as a series of events on a straight line graph where x = performance and y = expectations. The slope always stays the same and as expectations increase, so does performance or maybe vice versa.
Want more x worker harder = success. Continue reading
I haven’t been sleeping well. Insomnia is a problem that comes and goes and when it arrives, it’s crippling. It begins a viscious cycle of anxiety, over-thinking, obsession and paranoia. Continue reading
I am a text book case on how not to manage Joint Hypermobility Syndrome. My life has been marked by times where I lacked any support contrasting by time where it has been over medicalised, excessively complicated and many assessments I have had no choice but to undergo was heavy on the scepticism and risk management and low on compassion, knowledge and understanding.
Supergirl started throwing up after school on Friday afternoon. We had dinner at the table whilst she was lying on the couch on the other side throwing up her cooked school lunch. Continue reading
I started this blog 7 years ago for two main reasons.
Perception. Perception is connecting what you see, hear, smell, feel, taste with what you know and expect. It is something that happens underneath conscious awareness. It traps me every time in a space where I do not belong. Continue reading
It started slowly after a lovely day. Monday. Monday was the first true day of spring.
We set out for an Extreme Easter Trail at Foxbury in the New Forest, arranged by Cadbury’s and the National Trust. It was extreme.
Supergirl learned how to make fire with a spark, made smores (toasted marshmallows) over an open fire and I spilled hot coffee over my clean jeans because I overreached and thought I could manage a disposable cup. Continue reading