Tag Archives: acceptance
Emotional dips
Here’s one I prepared earlier … I wrote the bulk of this blog yesterday morning but was unable to post. My feelings change by the day but it feels important to share yesterday’s thoughts … I’m in a dip – … Continue reading
Embracing ‘what is’
The truth is that nobody has a charmed life. Everyone experiences heartache and pain (some more than others, I grant you that). But we all have a choice as to how we live. The most important lesson I have learned … Continue reading
Searching for a pot of gold
I went for an invigorating run along the beach this morning, one of those runs that make you feel truly alive. The wind was fierce, whipping up the sand so it cut into my legs. The sun was out. And … Continue reading
The Magic of March
My 46th birthday. How to Fall in Love published in paperback. A marriage proposal. That’s the magic of March. When it comes to March, I’m biased. It’s my birth month and I’ve never shied away from celebrating the day I … Continue reading
Festive feelings
It’s not all snowflakes and tinsel, jingle bells and ho, ho, ho. It’s not all jolly times and happy memories. Christmas has the ability to remind us of Christmases past and perhaps, for some of us, Christmas hasn’t always been … Continue reading
Choosing hope
Yesterday, I felt my life was meaningless because I didn’t have children. That feeling doesn’t hit me very often. And it hasn’t hit me for a while. As you’ll have read on this blog, my life has been changing in … Continue reading
Looking forward
It’s been a while since I made New Year’s resolutions. I decided a while back that they no longer served me – I would set myself unrealistic goals then beat myself up for not sticking to them. In the past, … Continue reading
This is it
Here’s one I prepared earlier … and edited and uploaded once I got online … I’m writing this from a bed on a ward at University College Hospital in London. I came in via A&E for a brain scan and … Continue reading
The curse of the capable woman
I spent the August bank holiday weekend with a bunch of intelligent, capable, successful, sporty women in their late 30s and early 40s. We were doing what independent, childless women of our age do on a bank holiday – pleasing … Continue reading
Somebody to love
When I looked at my last blog post just now, I felt sad – and not just because it was entitled ‘A space for sadness’. It’s dated June 5th. Twenty-one days ago. Three weeks. That would be fine if I’d … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 