I've been sick the last couple of days and prone to the odd breakout of waterworks. I'm happy to say though, I haven't lost my sense of gratitude. Today I'm grateful for: my phone call from Nita's sister. It made my day.pushing on and grouting the 2 projects that were waiting. After a day in... Continue Reading →
I've been thinking a lot about Jessie and her aural hallucinations, and her, now rare, sightings of Mary. (No religious vision, just a ghost we named Mary for some reason!) Nobody has been able to give us a definitive answer as to what causes them, but I wonder if my 'un/real' memories show a link... Continue Reading →
...is that it waits for no man, woman or beast - no exceptions. There are no rewinds, no practice runs, no do-overs. What we do with each moment can't be changed. Each moment will remain as it was lived. We're only given a limited amount of time on this earth, and a limited amount of... Continue Reading →
Beautifully written with great humour, but also gives us a very true message about self care and balance in life.
My favourite quote “Don’t want to run out of fucks to give. Neither do I want to end my life with ungiven fucks.”
I hope I don’t leave this planet with ungiven fucks either, but also don’t want to give them away undeservedly.
Balance needs to be found…but never lose a sense of humour!
Sundance sent this to me via text message late last night.
My initial reaction was a giggle, followed by an Amen.
But as I considered it further, I began to realize it’s an extremely important skill, this moderate fuck distribution.
I mean, really. This is key!
Fuck-giving is a double edged sword. Too much or not enough can kill you.
It is truly all about that sweet spot of fuck-giving.
Giving too many fucks or giving no fucks is not sustainable in the long term.
Giving too many can cause you to lose your damn mind worrying unnecessarily. I mean, who has that kind of time and energy? Giving too many fucks will wear you slap out, nothing should require that much of your attention.
Giving none pretty much means you’ve just shut down. That you’re probably abstaining from interacting with others. And while that may sound good on paper…
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I started this one 8 days ago, and have struggled getting it finished - creativity level 0. I wasn't happy with it at all, apart from the two large circles, and came very close to pulling it all up and starting again. My daughter helped me sort out some colour combos I wasn't satisfied with... Continue Reading →
Ever had grief do that to you? I'm not a fan to be honest! I really thought I'd been coping well - using my outlets of writing and making mosaics in memory of Nita, for me and Nita's sister, Kayla. I finished 'Neets' last week and sent her off to Kayla, excited for her to... Continue Reading →
I wanted to save this wonderfully descriptive article on Anxiety from The Mighty, written by Lauren Jarvis-Gibson. I'm Sorry for the Things Anxiety Makes Me Do
The month gone by since last posting in my gratitude diary has been an emotional one, settling back into life without Nita. I finished the mosaic for Nita's sister, and shipped it off yesterday afternoon and have been really down in the dumps and teary today, missing who and what I don't have. So I... Continue Reading →
I certainly have. Particularly after two people who dislike me made derogatory remarks about "the crap I write" and "why would anyone read" that crap? My first thought both times was "why would anyone read a blog they thought was shite??" That just seems bizarre to me, and a them problem not a me problem!... Continue Reading →
I love this challenge as I find quotes simple yet effective ways of communicating inspiring, empowering and what can be life changing, ways of thinking and being. So I thank Rory from A Guy Called Bloke and Doodlepip Adventures for again nominating me in a topic he knew is in the realms of my thinking... Continue Reading →
This is the latest mosaic I've been working on. It will be sold with a mirror in it, not a tuxedo cat!! I love how our boy, Ji (J-eye), took to this frame! He was determined not to get up and out, and I ended up just taking the frame up from around him. He... Continue Reading →
Losing Nita has been a huge loss, and I wish I could've hugged her tightly for the awesome gift she had waiting for me when I got to her son's place before her funeral. It was a pile of letters from friends and family, dating back to 1988-1990. One of them was a letter from her... Continue Reading →