Don’t ask someone to help if you don’t like what they say

Many years ago I said to the Garden Gnome “Please don’t ever let me become like xxx”.
It is not that I don’t love this person. In actual fact I adore them but as I interact with this person I see the pain and suffering caused by their choices. Choices that I know that I make as well from time to time.
I don’t want to experience the pain and difficulties that I see my loved one endure on a daily basis. Perhaps that is selfish but it is also a self-preservation instinct I guess.
The Garden Gnome promised me that he would do this for me and I was pleased. Continue reading

“Enjoying” nature

After I had finished my blog post and caught up with emails yesterday, I went out to the kitchen to eat breakfast and do the little things that need to be done of a morning. Once the Tween was off to school, the GG turned to me and said “I’m going for a walk this morning”.
“Okay” I replied.
“Come with me.”
Thoughts jumbled through my head with the predominant one being “It’s Wednesday. He must mean he is going to walk into town to buy the local paper. Sounds great. I’ll come.” However in the next breath he said “I’m going out to Barney“.
Suddenly the headache that I already had  began throbbing in my temples even harder and I remembered that the “Fish Man” was to come that afternoon. Continue reading

Journal Prompt #8

This morning I was stuck on what to write, so I went to my friend Mr Google and typed in “Give me a journal topic”. I picked the second site on the list and opened it and then closed my eyes and pointed at the screen to find my topic for today.
Drum roll please………
Write about a difficult decision you have had to make
And the first thing that jumped into my head is the decision I made this time last week. Continue reading

This morning I sang (and I will again tomorrow)

Dancing queens: Christine Baranksi, Meryl Streep and Julie Walters

When I was younger I spent a lot of time singing. Out loud. I was in choirs and ensembles and enjoyed using my voice. Music and singing was a big part of my life. I would sing in church, in the car, in my bedroom and in the shower. One night (whilst I was practicing a choir piece in the shower) an unknown person ‘rocked’ our roof. It became quite the joke amongst my family that my singing had driven someone (my guess it was the teenager who lived a couple of doors away) to throw rocks on the roof. Continue reading

Food for Thought


When I was first diagnosed with depression, I was prescribed medication and instructed to exercise. I threw myself into the whole concept of exercise and eventually qualified as a personal trainer. However, it’s been 6 years since I worked in the fitness industry and in that time my weight has crept up and the desire for exercise has completely disappeared. Continue reading