The (Wo)Man in the Arena

I recently watched Brene Brown’s Netflix special – Call to Courage. Twice. Once on my own, with a few tears and goosebumps and a second time with three of my treasured girl-friends. I’m not sure what category her show fits in to – comedy, drama, self-help, documentary? However, it is essential viewing for anyone on…

Soul Spark

When I listen to TED talks, I let the app randomly select ones for me. I’ve stumbled across incredibly inspiring and informative talks this way, many that I’d probably never have selected for myself. Today I listened to Elizabeth Lesser‘s ‘Say your truths and seek them in others’. Halfway through, I realised that I’d heard…

The Fear of Finishing

For years, I’ve had a few different book concepts I’ve been tinkering with. Over the last few months, I got more serious and committed to completing and publishing them. I’ve devoured books in similar genres, read endless articles on writing, joined support groups and writer organisations and attended courses. I have written more frequently, however,…

Reframing

When I was 41, I was ready to leave a job that felt like it was crushing my soul. I’d just returned from living and working in the Philippines with my family for two years and was finding it hard to adjust to coming home. I’d struggled with depression at times in my life, but…

Down the rabbit hole…

In one week, I’ll be forty-six years old. Young by many standards, old by others. I guess it’s middle-aged – if I live to be over ninety. I’m generally blasé about getting older as I acknowledge it is a privilege denied to many. I appreciate the wisdom that comes with each new spin around the…

Rewriting Your Story

The New Year lends itself to a ‘reset’ in many people’s lives. New year resolutions, reboots, challenges, audits, bucket lists, intention setting. It is a time to evaluate the past year and determine whether you want to implement a few changes for the coming year.  Tomorrow night I’m attending a ceremony to mark this transition…

Shame

Some of my best pondering is done while hanging out the washing. I don’t know why, but there is something in the repetitive action of pegging clothes that gets me introspective and frequently triggers motivation for writing something. Today, as I hung out some of the never-ending laundry pile, I was thinking about body image…

Bearing Witness

My husband got glasses this week. He’s always been proud of his 20/20 vision, gently teasing my rapidly deteriorating eyesight. He’s a builder and consequently has the occupational hazard of regular splinters in his hands. Over the past year, his arm got too short for him to focus on the tiny shards of timber, much…

The Midlife Unravelling

There is no coincidence that so many people reach a point of acceptance about many aspects of their life when they hit ‘middle aged’. I just paused to Google what constitutes ‘middle aged’ as I do still struggle a little to use that term for myself. Oxford English Dictionary describes it as being between 45…

For My Daughter

I’ve had a nostalgic morning browsing through tubs of old photos. I’ve always been known as that one who takes endless photos. Even before digital cameras, I was constantly snapping away, large chunks of my money spent on developing film, only to discover that you had just 3 decent photos out of a roll of…