It’s almost that time of year again. But I would like to point out, I am not talking about *whispers in exaggerated tones* New Years Resolutions! No. For me this is more of a birthday resolution or promise to myself. I am now one year older and a teeny tiny bit wiser to who I am and what I want in life and I have come to the conclusion that, despite going overseas a few times, I will never catch the travel bug. And that’s fine. Travel is not for everyone and certainly not for me. I can accept that. Happiness comes in many forms. It’s up to us to follow it our way.
Unless you lead a TV and media free life with little to no human interaction EVER there’s no escaping clichés. They’re everywhere. Often the sayings are so common in your family’s vocabulary you don’t realise they are clichés… or that you’ve inherited them and carried them on to your own children.
With that in mind, I’ve decided to share 25 clichéd sayings from my childhood that I’ve never fully been able to forget. Feel free to nod along with me if any relate to you or your upbringing:
When you are bullied in your teenage years it never truly leaves you. You may one day forgive and forget who exactly said what, when and why, but the words stay with you.
They sink into your very core. You obsess over them so much they are no longer just words but facts. Facts you believe and elevate above any positive comment you’ve ever received or ever will. Yes. The negative moments, the name calling, the jabs at your physical appearance or behaviour stay with you. Long after your bully/bullies have moved on and so effortlessly discarded you, and the words, from their memory. Continue reading
All the single ladies, now put your hands up! whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Sorry, had to be done. Extra points and a golf clap if you sang it in your head. I’m proud of you.
I’d like to raise my hand and say, yes, I am single. I have been single for quite some time. And no, I am not cruising bookshops or cafes like a creep looking for the perfect Rom-Com cute meet to tell my grandkids about. That’s not me.
I decided after the last guy I was involved with (long story) that I was in fact better off and stronger alone. Wish I could say it was a decision based on an empowering moment. But let’s be honest, it was based on selfish and lazy reasons. Sorry feministas, gotta let you down on that one. Here is the kind of thinking that lead me to my current head space: Continue reading
I never thought I would get another cat. Not after Phoenix. But then I made the mistake of looking at the RSPCA website. Darn those cute kitty faces staring at me, longing for a new home. Then, as I scrolled down, with no great intention of adopting any, I saw her. She looked like a young Phoenix. The resemblance was uncanny. Though, where Phoenix had been an Abyssinian crossed with a tabby this one was a one year old pure tabby through and through. The description accompanying the photo was persuasive with buzz words and phrases such as: “likes to be the centre of attention” and “playful”. Could she be my next fur child? Continue reading
I discovered a bee on the blinds near the kettle. So now the bee owns the room (laundry/kitchenette area). Continue reading
I decided to deactivate my account for a few days. Everything about it was just getting to me way more than it really should have. You know how it is, some days your news feed is boring and other days friends will post something that makes you want to roll your eyes or slap them across the back of the head Leroy Jethro Gibbs style… or maybe throw a full on tantrum at them. But all that (aside from the eye rolling) is a no no for me as I am traditionally more of the passive aggressive type who vents privately or through the use of sarcasm and facial expressions (I don’t even want to think about the kind of lines I’m going to get as I get older hopefully more ‘laughter lines’ than sarcasm ones). So, I realised maybe it was time to take a FB detox. How hard could it be?
So far so good. I’ve Continue reading
The house is dull without you and a little less like a home. I don’t know, maybe it lacks your charm and warmth. Or maybe it’s me that is different without you. Seeing your health deteriorate was tough for me. It made me feel helpless and small… and lost. Watching you go was worse. So final. I wasn’t ready to not have you in my life. It caught me off guard and broke my heart more than I thought was humanly possible. I couldn’t stop the tears as I drove back without you and I didn’t give a damn if anyone saw them. It grew worse when I reached the house, there was no reigning it in. It felt endless and violent, this grief, and I couldn’t justify the depth of my loss to those who saw you as “just a pet” or “replaceable”. Continue reading
While everyone’s life is different and unique in one way or another we all still share common milestones or goals. Quite often it’s how friendships are formed and how family bonds are strengthened or developed. It’s these commonalities though (and society in general) that can trip us up into believing we are in competition with each other.
How many times have you looked at your friend’s life and compared it to your own? How many times have you thought “Gee, I am really behind everyone in this whole life business”? *runs out of fingers to count on* Yep, I do it all the time. And the conclusion I have come to after all these thoughts and comparisons? I’ve really got to stop and get over it. Continue reading
When most people hear the word “run” they automatically think fitness (or zombie apocalypse). Sure, fitness is a great reason to go for a jog (or a flat out sprint if you happen to be into apocalypse training) but here are five other reasons you may want to give running a second thought or even a second chance: Continue reading