Why we all need to practice self love exercises. It struck me when we were packing up to leave the house and travel the world for a year that not only did I feel physically exhausted, I also felt mentally drained beyond belief. It was as though there was a treadmill set to maximum speed in the front of my brain. (more…)
Dear Wine, I love you.
Ask any woman of a certain age to list the top 5 loves of her life, and I can pretty much guarantee that wine will be one of them. And rightly so. A recent survey suggests that in moderation wine is good for you. Wine makes you relax. Wine makes you happy. Oh, Wine. You need to hear how much I love you…
Dear Wine, (more…)
Living with hormones. You have to love the little buggers, don’t you? Let’s face it, they’re with us whether we like it or not. Bouncing around in their cute, fluffy playground. Crying, fragile, throwing tantrums, refusing to play ball and getting all upset. Twisting the swing round and round until they feel dizzy. Becoming unbalanced because someone heavier sits on the see-saw.
Want to know my favourite of all hormones? The one that has plagued my adult life;
I had my first child when I was 30. He started school when I was 34. You think you know it all at 30, but of course, this isn’t true. Nor at 40, and probably not 50, 60, 70 or 80 either. I suppose life would be boring if we knew it all. Sort of. But. There are things that I do know now, things that had I known then would have made my life a damn sight easier. Or maybe just my conscience clearer. Mostly around the whole school thing. (more…)
This is my husband, Brian. He is a plumber.
Last week in a cafe, I
evesdropped overheard a woman despairing as to what her 18-year-old son was going to do with his life,
“He’s just wasting his entire life. I mean my God. At this rate, he’s going to end up being a plumber”.
This statement was accompanied by a look that one might have were they to walk in and find (more…)
The clocks went back in New Zealand at midnight last night. I woke up this morning with a whole extra hour to my name.
An extra hour. For a short while, I felt like a rich lady.
Let’s face it, the only thing worth a jot in life is time.
Time shows up in life as two guises. (more…)