First steps on the road to ‘me’…

I promised myself a long while ago that I’d devote more time to myself but, well, you know how it is….that never really happened. Then it occurred to me recently that I no longer knew who the hell I am or what I stand for.  It scared and disappointed me to know my true sense of self…

‘Ambivert’…or confused introvert?

Introvert. Oxford dictionary definition: ‘A shy, reticent person’. I dont think this can be me, because I’m not shy. Or should I say, I’m never knowingly seen to be shy. I’d hardly describe myself as reticent: If you want opinions, I got ’em by the bucketful and if you’re ok with outbursts of emotion, I can supply…

I feel the need to repeatedly stab something.

Is there such a thing as needle felting withdrawal? Perhaps it’s not the needle felting per se that I’m missing, but the focused activity of hobby time. Frankly, my head’s all over the bloody place at the moment and I think the signs are starting to show. That bitch I’ve spoken about before? She’s bubbling…

Things are looking up. And around.

I always had a sneaking suspicion that I could have been up there with the greats, if only life have worked out differently for me. If I hadn’t been prone to always hiding my light under a bushel and shying away from opportunities that came along in life. If I’d pushed myself more, shown people…

I moan, I moan, it’s off to work I go…

Are you lucky enough to do a job that you love? I speak to so many people that have job-related issues that it seems job hating, or at least, ‘work-whingeing’ is the norm. Does this mean that, for most people, work is a necessity that they derive little true pleasure from, something to be tolerated in…

Blogging pressure – anxiety creeps in!

Right now I’m feeling slightly off focus with the whole blogging thing. Considering it was something I started as a hobby and an ‘escape’, I’m worried that I’ve quickly reached a point where I feel compelled to blast out more posts and see if I can gain followers. I can’t actually understand why this is even…

Weirdly happy

I started writing a ‘gratitude list’ a few weeks ago as part of my drive to increase my overall sanity levels/reduce bitching etc. You’ve probably read about this idea here and there. Have you tried it? Seemingly anything to do with mindfulness, building personal resilience and so on tend to suggest that making a conscious…

Prints charming

Firstly, this. Q: When is a mum not a mum? A: When she is a person in her own right, with her own set of interests and sense of identity. **Silence…tumbleweed rolls by** What? Were you expecting a joke? Sorry chaps…give it time and you’ll quickly realise I don’t do jokes – any humour I…

Blogging back to me

In starting this blog, I’ve straight away broken one of my life rules,* which is “start with the end in mind” (thank you Mr Steven Covey). One of the fastest ways to get nowhere is surely to commence a new project with no specific clue of the desired outcome, or clear vision of your destination. Hence…

Fuzzy logic

I am LOVING my new needle felting hobby. I’ve not managed to set aside as much time as I’d have liked for either the felting or the blogging…dammit, that’s exactly how I didn’t want it to be. But anyway, today I did manage to be a bit selfish and just sat and poked away at…

Never felt so good!

There is no greater joy in life than the joy of creating something I love this quote by the fairly obscure Indian poet, Abhay Kumar. Not because I’m into fairly obscure Indian poetry…it just rings so true with me. Everything truly joyful in my life is either something I’ve either made (fudge mainly) or collaborated…

Today I made a thing.

I’m so excited because I made (handcrafted!) a thing this morning. Whoa – go me, right? All I’m talking about is a completely pointless and not especially useful needle felted mouse. It’s meant to be a bookmark, but I honestly can’t see how that would work. In any case, I’m just so proud of him (he has…

I lost myself along the way. Time to go get me.

Good heavens above. Days like these make me realise how little I have control over and how bloody insignificant I am in this world. I can’t change the world. I can’t un-inaugurate Trump. Can’t get out those crumbs that get stuck along the seal of the oven door. Sigh… So now I realise it’s probably…