My Promise I broke a promise to myself and punishment thumped me with a wallop and a half. Some lessons in life have been served to me, over and over. Yep, I have been a slow learner in certain areas. Other times, these lessons have been a colossal reminder of …
Putting my hand up here and acknowledging that I am imperfect, and that is okay. A good portion of my time is focused on writing for readers of my blog and sharing information on my associated social media. To this, I add in attending webinars and study on the craft …
I originally posted this on my Mumma Sue’s View Facebook Page on Friday 6th of September, 2019 My thoughts for this week come to you in a simple post here, this time, rather than on my Blog. That leads into why; challenges. This week, life has presented a couple of …
How joyful I find filling up my cup to be. Putting into my days, the very things that bring me such joy, pleasure, happiness and speak straight to my soul. For many years I spent my hours, days, weeks and so on, filling my cup up taking care of …
Injustice to Ourselves One of the biggest injustices that we can do to ourselves, is entertain what someone else thinks or tells us that we should do. Besides this, worst still, is living by another person’s ideology. Their idea of how to spend our time and what path to take …
In the middle of somewhere That is where I shall be In the middle of somewhere That is where you will find me Figuring out who I am all the while Traversing the landscape of the unknown Often changing direction, this way and that To find my very own way …
Recently I had the revelation that my mind is both my best friend and worst enemy rolled into one. It was a couple of weeks ago on the return journey from a mini-break away with one of my closest best friends. Prior to this getaway, I had been feeling very …
Oh the bizarre, always arising Giving cause for wonderment What makes one think or do that Will it be to their own detriment Am I the odd one, perplexed by this Finding it a strange way to be Perhaps they are not unusual And the unusual is in …
Oh how I miss the Friday evening social club events from years ago when I was still working full-time. They were great nights with laughs, lots of stories and interactions with people on a more personal level rather than work related and very enjoyable moments with good folks. Quite often …
I have had some dark hours in recent weeks. Before I continue, I am not sharing this in the vein of ‘woe is me’; rather as honesty, being true to myself and open about a part of me that I do not usually reveal. Certainly over my lifetime there have …
