Gotta admit, I was almost hoodwinked again today.
As a home educating mother of three, whilst there are occasions when we go our separate ways thanks to the generosity of friends, we generally move about en masse. This means that we have ample opportunity each day to rub each other up the wrong way.
When I read through old diaries from my past (they sit, crammed into a red plastic bag, stuffed in an old cardboard box, gathering dust in the corner of my bedroom), I notice how often the theme of disconnection occurs.
I was trying to rework a piece of writing earlier, when I was struck by the irony of what I was doing. It was a post about a time when I got so caught in thought that I blundered down the wrong path, ignoring the nudges from my inner guidance system to take pause; to […]
For most of my life I have harboured feelings of sadness, insecurity and low-level fear which have led me to half live. There are many things I coulda, woulda, shoulda done, but for my full mind getting in my own way. I tethered myself with invisible ropes. I clipped my own wings.