This is the diary of a woman who could and did. I'm 47 years old and somewhat eccentric. This is my view of life, as I see it.
Grief is sh•t, there's no point pretending otherwise. It will be the hardest thing you ever have to learn to live with. But the irony is, until you experience it, you have not fully lived.
Being yourself is about enabling you to really give a sh•t about others too. It's not about self promotion, having to be right or generally being a self-serving plonker.
I really cannot be arsed to compete in life anymore. I don't have a booming business or career, because I just don't want one. It would interfere with my writing, swimming, dog walking, playing house and, most importantly, my afternoon naps. That's the honest truth of it.
I’m sat at a conference listening to people’s stories. I’d much prefer to be sat in a room talking with them about their stories.
I have nothing to say today. It's just silence. That's ok. Enjoy it x
We are all wounded in one way or another. It's part of being a human being. Pretending we are not, is possibly, the worst use of anyone'e time - because it is simply not true. So, just face your truth and use your time wisely.
"A lot of people say that it's a lack of vocabulary that makes you swear. Rubbish, I know thousands of words, but I still prefer F•ck". Billy Connolly
A true beacon of hope, raw authenticity and kindness.
I will love this guy, forever xx
There's nothing quite so liberating, as finding people who you can truly be yourself with, who do not overwhelm you with unsolicited feedback and laugh at your completely inappropriate sense of humour.
I’m not sure when it became unique, to be truthful and simply yourself. The fact that it is unique, is a pretty sad reflection on the society we live in. Don’t buy into the ‘sparkley’ crap, it just isn’t real.