Showing posts with label inner peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inner peace. Show all posts
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
Why quitting is no longer an option
Monday, 10 March 2014
Law of Attraction - the gist of it all
I’ve been reading
about the “Law of Attraction” recently– a topic I seem to be stumbling upon left,
right and centre, in fact it keeps throwing itself into my path demanding to be
read. Who was I to argue with that?
The Law of Attraction is basically the principle of "like attracting like" That's it in a nutshell. If you're negative you attract bad things, if you're positive you attract good things...
The Law of Attraction is basically the principle of "like attracting like" That's it in a nutshell. If you're negative you attract bad things, if you're positive you attract good things...
To a certain degree I can get on board with this since it sounds similar to the self-fulfilling prophecy theory I studied
in A-Level psychology. And in my own life I’ve regularly talked about feeling like a shit magnet, or being trapped in a shit vortex - which is essentially the Law of Attraction working in it's negative form.
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Dinner with an old foe
I am a firm believer in surrounding yourself with the right
people, and gently removing people from your life who don’t support you, cause
you pain, drain you, turn you into a raving lunatic who wants to explode at the
mere mention of their name… I believe in forgiveness, but I also believe you
have to let those people go for the sake of your health.
But how do you do that when said person is the wife of one
of your husband’s closest friends, and who has ingratiated herself into your
circle of friends? That’s the part I’m struggling with.
I wish her no harm, in fact I wish her well. Genuinely. But
I don’t want her in my life. There have been too many lies. Too many times she
has driven me half insane with her behaviour. And believe me, I have tried for
years to make things work; to find common ground, to focus on the good, to
understand her and put myself in her shoes. Literally years. But I can’t do anymore.
When I see her on a regular basis it turns me into someone I don’t like, I
dwell on things she does, I moan about her, I bitch behind her back. It eats me
up. It poisons me.
Friday, 14 February 2014
The Introverted Mummy
I've been struggling with how to write this post for a while. It's a tricky one to verbalise.
You see I’ve
always known I was an introvert, but I kind of expected myself to behave
differently as a mother, to force myself to behave how a mother "should" behave
and just not be introverted somehow. I
struggled and it had a knock on effect on my confidence.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
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