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.
It’s 3.59pm. I’ve been sitting here all day attempting to write. Something. Anything. Surely, it’s a simple process? Some days it is – it just flows – but those days are the exception. Most weeks, this is what it’s like …
Each photo reminds me that often I don’t even need to walk out the door to experience the wonder of life.