So, today’s a hot one and i’ve spent most of it covered in paint and mud. We’re never usually home on weekends so it’s been pretty chill. Last Thursday I was at a media event/awards show (which was fun, and I didn’t drink any alcohol) and the following morning I woke up with a… Continue reading Ouch!
I’ve been a closed book most of my life. And now i’m a bit of an open book. Perhaps too open. I’m still finding the balance. I want to be transparent but I’m figuring out that I have a tendency to overshare. Never for sympathy. I know all too well the sort of people that… Continue reading you’ll find my heart on my sleeve…
My dude is the kindest dude going. I’m convinced they don’t come much kinder than he is. I’m fortunate enough to call a lot of lovely folk friends in my adult life, my only regret being having not met them sooner. But my dude, I don’t think i’ve ever been loved the way he… Continue reading Break ups.
I care about a lot of things. I may as well live in the clouds, have moons and stars printed on my stomach so I can shoot a rainbow from it. I care. But there’s some shit I don’t care for. I don’t care about you promoting ‘kindness matters’. I’ve never seen… Continue reading I don’t care.
I’m kind of surprised i’m making the effort to even type this. But hey, better get it out there and let that shit go. So, I’ve written before about a best friend I loved for the best part of two decades. Who hurt me and a really ugly side of myself came out… Continue reading Pretty without the ‘r’
‘Refusing to apologize often reflects efforts to protect a fragile sense of self.’ – Guy Winch, Ph.D If you know me, you know I own my shit. If I need to apologise for something, I’ll endeavour to apologise (if I can get hold of the person in a way that isn’t weird) and apologise.… Continue reading It’s too late to apologise… Actually, no it’s not.
Someone I once loved so much was so unkind to me. Someone I tried to impress, but would walk around on eggshells in fear of that person taking their bad day out on me. Someone who called a relative a ‘slag’ in a conversation on Christmas day at the dinner table and I asked them… Continue reading I don’t wish this for you…
My oldest (or is it eldest? and to think I took English Lit at college) fur baby Roxy has this reindeer teddy. Or a moose as my parent’s call it. She’s had it since her first Christmas as a puppy. It’s been washed countless times and constantly needing to be sewn up. (Thanks Craig and… Continue reading Is it a Reindeer or a Moose?
That saying, when life gives you lemons made lemonade? Hmm, Lemons are pretty ace on their own without the added sugar. I get the saying, obviously. Make do with what you’re handed. Sometimes it’s as if you been handed a steaming pile of dookie and we all know you can’t polish that. We got… Continue reading Lemons are refreshing?
Sometimes I think that I seem like i’m living in the past. Then I realise I need to give less of a shit of what people think, and acknowledge what I know. I’m dealing with the past. And to me, that’s brave not ‘sad’. I’m addressing things because clarity is not just an awesome Jimmy… Continue reading Living in the past?
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