Saturday, 13 August 2022

Hello and goodbye

For a long time I didn't think this day would ever come. I thought I'd still be doing this in my sixties, happily opening up my trusty Blogger website and sharing my thoughts in this beloved space.
Alas, here we are. 

The title of this post may be alarming in light of my latest Instagram post where I told you guys that I'm currently in a depression, so let me hasten to add that I'm saying goodbye to the blog, nothing else. I'm not giving up that easily!
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Wednesday, 11 May 2022

Why I quit drinking

On a snowy weekend in early December of last year I was watching And Just Like That, the sequel to Sex and the City. I'm a big SATC fan, and to my delight the revival turned out to be just as good as the original (and much better than the movies if you ask me). I particularly love Miranda in the new show, whose style has come a long way from the stuffy suits and severe hair she wore in her thirties. I'm obsessed with her outfits and love that she rocks her grey hair, but what really got to me was how they portrayed her drinking. 
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Sunday, 17 April 2022

After the burnout

It's shortly after 6am on Sunday morning. I love this time of day: the sun is just rising, the house is quiet, everybody is still sleeping, the world hasn't quite woken up. It's my favourite time to reflect, and there's lots to reflect on.   

In two days I will return to work after 4 weeks off due to burnout. It's been a much-needed, precious break that has done what it was supposed to: it restored my strength and energy and helped my overstretched nervous system to recover and slow down. 
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Tuesday, 5 April 2022

Burnout

The stomach cramps start Friday night. Earlier I’ve taken two Naproxen for the headache I normally never get, and I’m wondering if that’s what’s giving me the cramps. I feel lousy, so I’m hoping that I won’t get called back to the hospital tonight. I’m on call every other weekend, and normally I don’t mind getting called in. But tonight I’m in agony, and the thought of having to drag my sorry ass to the hospital and help another person while I’m in so much pain makes me feel even sicker. I go to bed at eight, wishing for sleep to obliterate the pain. 
 
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Sunday, 6 March 2022

Life Update

Hi dear friends! I haven't been on here for a while and I wanted to let you all know why that is. 
The short version is: I'm working on book #3 like crazy! I've written 25,000 words in three weeks, which is unheard of for me. I wake up at 5 every morning because I can't wait to keep writing. The words are just pouring out of me, it's such a wild ride! There's some big magic at play here, and I'm loving it.
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Sunday, 6 February 2022

Date yourself

I've been longer in relationships than not at this point in my life. Almost 20 years with Rich, two previous relationships of 2.5 years each and a few odds and ends in my teens add up to over 25 years at the side of a man. Wow! Still, despite that impressive number there is one relationship I've been in even longer: the one with myself. And that's the one that needs some TLC.

I consider myself to be an independent woman, and Rich and I are by no means joined at the hip. We have travelled independently (and will again), have different hobbies and a few separate friends. 
But there's one thing I haven't done much of: going on dates with myself. 
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Thursday, 27 January 2022

Everything I never knew about therapy

Long before I admitted it to myself or received an official diagnosis, I knew something wasn't right. I had inexplicable bursts of anger where the slightest inconvenience would make me lose my temper, resulting in yelling, slammed doors and broken dishes. 
Sometimes I started crying without knowing why, having to make up a reason to explain the tears to concerned friends or family. 
Other times I was lying motionless on the couch, too numb and disinterested to do anything but stare blankly into space. Being alive felt like a drag, a burden I hadn't asked for, and I cursed the day I was born and objected to the tedious process of living. 
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Saturday, 22 January 2022

I did a manifesting challenge ... here is what happened

It's the last week of 2021. I'm on my way home from work on a beautifully sunny day: the sky is blue, the snow is sparkling, and I'm listening to the A Beautiful Mess podcast. Emma and Elsie talk about their favourite things of 2021, and Elsie mentions something that changed her life: manifesting.
Huh. A little shiver runs down my spine.  

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Sunday, 16 January 2022

A bigger life

I've been quiet on here, which is unintentional. I always love the first few days of a new year with the promise they bring of 365 empty pages that we can fill with all our hopes and dreams, and I love to share my word of the year and all my goals and plans with you.
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