On this day… 8 years ago

Wow….

The memories that come up on Facebook reminds us where we were at some point in time. Today, mine could not have been timed better.

8 years ago, gosh the journey.  Reading through my Facebook memory, I can still feel every emotion, like freshly tattooed skin, raw and hurting.

It takes one person to shatter your confidence, and hundreds more to rebuild it.  It’s the single hardest challenge…and 8 years on…

I still live by choice
I still make changes
I am not manipulated
I am useful
I listen to my inner voice
I don’t self pity

I choose to be me…
Perfectly flawed, not precisely cut, stubborn, kind, hard to live with, loved.

a Father’s day poem

Fathers they are

They are the protectors of good
the slayers of evil

a keeper of justice
and the one whose ground he stood

They are the superman to a little boy

the knightly prince to a little girl
a bastion of hope
and protector of joy

They are the mechanics love

the embers of passion
a lover to their woman
and a lighthouse to above

They are the craftsmen of the future

the instructors of a better life
an example of inspiration
and the bedrock of nurture

They are who we call father and dad

the privileged ones, the blessed
and if only having one is allowed
of this, I am glad

– unknown author

Remember to unplug

A reminder to rest, recharge and to take a much needed break…

Time flies

Today marks 5 years of being married to my husband. Looking at him sleep this morning (I know, a little creepy lol) filled me with fuzzy joy. He annoys me so much at times, but I can’t imagine not having him there, bouncing straight back with some funny, quirky, dumb moment to smooth it out.

His endless dad jokes which annoys all the kids but cracks me up every time, his silliness and seriousness.

I love it all. We have know each other for over 2 decades, but our journey together still teaches me more about him every day. He does so much for me and makes every moment special, I’m so blessed…and a little spoilt 😁

Sigh… looking forward to sipping on the Prosecco chilling in the fridge tonight.

Who moved my cheese?

A good friend recently gifted me a ‘library’  of books to read. One book, very unassuming, and the thinnest of all in fact, was called ‘Who moved my cheese’.

It took an evening to read, but made me think about it long after.

Sometimes the roadblocks we face are simple signs that we need to change direction. A reminder that pivoting can be a beautifully executed move, done quickly but gracefully.

We can’t control the changes we face, but we can decide how we respond to these. 

I highly recommend this book. Simple, but thought provoking 😊