Every year, in the final weeks of April, I go into total meltdown. It’s not age-related angst; it’s tax.
The cliff-face disappears and suddenly the plane is vertical – nose down. I think to myself that, outside aeronautical acrobatics, planes rarely travel vertically.
We are surrounded by images of what “health” is but often these images don’t represent our lives or the little things we do everyday that contribute to our overall well-being.
We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them. Albert Einstein When I was a kid, every…
I pulled out my current license, looked at the photo and had a bit of a moment. This wasn’t the usual passport/license-shock-of-the-mugshot moment. It was a moment where I almost didn’t recognise the person in the photo.
It seems we have returned to the barbarism of public shaming – our village square is now global and one misjudged comment can strip you of your job, your community, your self-worth.
Journaling is my little catch-up with myself, chronicling what’s been happening in my life. It’s my mental clearing space where I dump everything that’s going on, everything that’s on my mind, everything that’s made me happy, everything that’s hurt. Everything.
Today I finally got to see the new film, Girlhood (Bande de Filles), from the director of 2011’s Tomboy, Celine Sciamma. It’s not a comfortable experience but as a whole it’s a remarkable portrayal of a girl stepping into adulthood.