Tagged with self compassion

90 seconds is all it takes

90 seconds is all it takes

When I hear the same message twice from separate sources in the same week, I figure it’s a message I probably need to hear. And if its a message I need to hear, it’s probably a message worth sharing. And it’s this: It takes just 90 seconds for an emotion to pass through us. 90 … Continue reading

How to grow like a tree

How to grow like a tree

Once in a while, the realisation hits me that where I am right now in my life is perfect. Is absolutely right. Is completely where I need to be. And not because where I am is fully formed, or makes perfect sense, or because I’ve suddenly achieved everything I want to achieve. Nothing of the … Continue reading

What does this moment require of me?

What does this moment require of me?

A friend of mine, during a struggle with prenatal depression, was told by a homeopath to take a hot shower every time her thoughts or feelings threatened to overwhelm her. According to her, it helped a lot. Not because there was anything in particular about the hot water or the steamy shower that had any … Continue reading

Practice, practice, practice

Practice, practice, practice

I’ve been wanting to write about practice for the longest time. Mainly because it’s been such a massive game changer for me. Mainly because it’s given me permission and courage where previously there was none. Because seeing the world through the lens of “just practicing” is exciting and hopeful. Once again, it was Brene Brown’s … Continue reading

A stateside Mother’s Day message

A stateside Mother’s Day message

For those of you in the US who read this all bemused back in March when it was Mother’s Day in the UK – now it’s your turn. Happy (stateside) Mother’s Day. Today I don’t feel like a mother deserving of the pinkness, the flowers, and the adulation of Mother’s Day. Today I am a … Continue reading

Like a Weeble, I wobble

Like a Weeble, I wobble

There are moments when my world shifts on its axis. There are moments when I no longer know which way is up anymore, and when I have to adjust to a new version of ‘normal’. There have been moments when my world has shifted as a result of something happy, and moments when the something … Continue reading

Two little words

Two little words

When you’re the one sitting there, feeling utterly alone, it’s hard. When you’re the one whose smile has become a bit fixed on her face, because you feel like you don’t belong, it’s crappy. When the conversation has gone to a place you’re not involved or interested in, or leaves you feeling out of the … Continue reading