Over the last couple of weeks, I have found myself thinking about all the things I haven’t achieved this year: the apartment refurbishment that isn’t quite finished, that I am not the successful writer I aspire to be, the jelly belly that hasn’t reached its optimistic six-pack status. There is something about the end of the year approaching that makes me reflect on where I am at in my life. Maybe it is simply that I am reminded of the precious nature of time and that another year has passed. Or maybe it is all the inevitable articles that are out there on getting ready for success in 2012.
Now don’t get me wrong, I will not be producing a detailed 2011 end of year report on results Vs goals, but I am in a period of reflection. Actually no, it’s not reflection – it’s Continue reading →
Words are my friend: I enjoy playing with them, reorganising them, manipulating them, and looking up new ones – all in an attempt to construct a sentence which says what I want it to say.
But recently I have found myself struggling to say the right thing. There are three ladies who I follow on Twitter who are dealing with cancer; they tweet their way through their battles with honesty, braveness and humour.
But of course, by choosing to share their stories in public (for which I am in no way criticising – that would be a tad pot and kettle ha), they are inviting responses to their situations. And I find myself worrying about what the right response is. Have I got the balance between empathy and humour? Will it make them smile? What if I say the wrong thing? Continue reading →