If you’ve ever done meditation, mindfulness, yoga or anything similar, there’s a strong chance you’ve been asked to breath in love, breath out hate
The power of the mantra – breath in love, breath out hate Read More »
Before arriving in the US, I kept a kernel of hope in my heart I would love my theme park experiences. It was a tiny kernel, but it was there.
We’ve been in the US for 29 days, seven have been in theme parks! Read More »
Quite a few years ago, my lovely husband, Steve, bought me the book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living. A world-famous book, it was published way back in 1948 by Dale Carnegie.
Getting worry out of your life is not easy, but if you can do it, whoa! Read More »
I didn’t know it was International #Lefthandersday yesterday until an article on Mashableshowed up on Facebook. Cool, good read. Then I checked out the hashtag on Twitter and my entire life as a lefty was laid out before me. Everything I went through, endured, suffered, clumsily managed (scissors, tin openers, etc…) and of course, the
Who Knew There Was an International #Lefthandersday? Read More »
Have you read Dawn French’s “Dear Fatty” yet? This is a beautiful, hopeful, lovely and sweet book, by a woman who is obviously beautiful, hopeful, lovely and sweet.
Cracking Yarns… “Dear Fatty” Read More »
I really hate gossip. I find it extremely dangerous, hurtful, petty and most of the time, the person is completely wrong. It’s like being judgmental – which I also hate
When we met it was like falling in love with an opposite sex version of ourselves, we were so closely aligned in all of our thinking, values, morals and more.
My husband… an incompatibility Read More »
Whenever I was sitting around doing pretty much anything, these horrible disaster scenarios would run through my head
“Does My Bum Look Big in This?” by Arabella Weir got hugely positive reviews and I remember thinking, I’ve got to read that because I’m sure I could relate to it.
Shite Yarns – “Does My Bum Look Big in This? Read More »
do the speed limit, I always have and I don’t apologise for it. Driving is a chill out time for me, not a rushing-stressing-quicker-quicker-faster-faster thing
Stop driving up my arse! Read More »
