There are so many articles that tell you that working for yourself is the dream. In fact, people like Tim Ferris have become extremely successful and built a fortune by selling the dream of giving up the 9 to 5. It’s a lifestyle that people are ready to buy in to. Working for yourself, from the comfort of your living room or even bed means never having to battle traffic, not having to even get out of bed in the morning. But can you still live this dream with anxiety?
I haven’t felt like writing lately. Truth be told, I haven’t felt like doing much else other than cry. It feels somewhat ridiculous even putting this out there – the fact that I’m crying over the loss of a thing. A thing with no meaning more than memories attached to it. But I’m getting ahead of myself As you may know if you read this blog regularly, we are moving to New Zealand. Well at least that is the hope. So far, there have been steps taken towards that move
I’ve heard it said about a million times before, to me, to others to the world in general. Oh you’ll regret them when you’re older… It’s tiresome, it’s boring and it’s not really helpful in any way. I often want to say not as much as you’ll regret being an asshole but the truth is, that assholes very rarely realise that they are being assholes anyway. And yes, you’re being an asshole if you say this to people with tattoos – because people with tattoos don’t care what you have
I’ve been decluttering for the last while. It’s refreshing. I’m really quite good at letting go of “junk”… I HATE clutter. I really can’t stand things lying around that don’t “belong” there which admittedly has something I’ve had to adjust to being married to the king of leaving things lying around. I usually do a purge of my stuff and give things away or sell them but there are some things I’ve not been able to get rid of. I feel like hanging on to the things that no longer
My childhood was a constant battle between what is and what isn’t considered appropriate for a girl. I grew up to be that woman, living a constant battle between what is and what isn’t appropriate behaviour for a woman. I was raised to think independently and to be an independent woman. I was taught to pursue a career path that would enable me to always support myself. If you depend on a man, you are forever stuck at his mercy. Asking for pennies and cents to survive. Always be a financially independent
So this is a bit of a personal one for me. It’s about taking antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. A long time ago (11 years to be exact) I was put on antidepressants. I HATED IT! I felt like I had lost myself. I had in fact just lost my father. He died, unexpectedly in a car accident and his death was a HUGE blow to my life. I was 23 years old. I was just starting my life as an adult on my own and I was devastated. My world
Learning to trust your intuition means going with your gut feelings about something. It’s that feeling that you get when you’re walking alone at night and you hear a sound but you tell yourself you’re just being paranoid? That the guy that has been walking behind you for the last three blocks is probably just going the same way. Even though every part of you wants to just run? You want to run but you don’t want to offend someone incase you’re wrong. So you keep walking. You’ve got to
So much of my life has been an emotional struggle. A struggle between what I wanted to do and what I thought I should do. I just didn’t think it was okay to be myself. To do what I wanted to do. Trying to be yourself isn’t the easiest road to travel even though it should be. I was so afraid of failing. I was so afraid of disappointing everyone around me. Something tells me that if you’re reading this, you know how it feels. You know how it feels to
One of the things I’ve seen a lot of people struggle with is letting go. Letting go of fear, letting go of experiences and letting go of the thing you’ve always done in order to do the thing you want to do now. Does this sound like something you’ve experienced? My own personal experience has been exactly like this. I spent YEARS at university getting qualifications in various subjects. I racked up a collection of degrees and when I decided that I wanted to stay home and be a mom
So many of us spend our days coasting along through life just passing time from one day to the next. We go to jobs that pay us because we need the money, we see people we don’t really like but we’ve known a long time and we plod from one moment to the next because that’s what is required. What if I told you there was a better way to live? What if I told you that a fulfilled life involved making the decision to be present in your life.
I see it happen all the time, for freaks sake, I’ve been there. I’ve been that person saying “but I love him” or “but we love each other” but looking back, the truth is, love is just not enough. It should be, it should make the world go round and all that fluff but it doesn’t. Loving someone who does not love you back, is not worth it. It’s not enough and it never should be. I think we accept the love we think we deserve. The more we grow
I think one of the greatest challenges we face in the world today is being afraid to embrace what makes us awesome. The truth is, we have a serious fear of rejection and failure. The truth is, we will do so many things in our lives that we aren’t good at and we will no doubt fail doing those things. That’s just part of life. We will fail, we will be rejected and we will be told we aren’t good enough. What matters is that every time we fall down, we
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” ― Mae West What does your ideal life look like? Ideal: a conception of something in its perfection. When I was growing up, my ideal life looking nothing at all like what my ideal life looks like now. I had this dream of being a high-powered corporate lawyer, fighting away the injustices of the world. Truth be told, my ideal life looked a lot like what I saw on the TV show Ally McBeal! I wanted to have her
I’ve spent the majority of my life working in the Non-profit sector in one way or another. First as a volunteer and then as an intern and finally working my way up the ranks as a person being paid to do what I love. Which was pretty cool. Except working in those positions, killed my passion. The higher up the ranks you move, the more you’re privy to, the more you realise that things are not all they seem in the “do good” sector. Lack of accountability For one, funds
When I die, I want people to remember me for living a life that made me happy. I want my eulogy to be about the authentic way I lived instead of the things I amassed during my time. I want to be remembered by my son, for doing things my way, for following the path less taken. For being exactly who I am, who I was, who I was meant to be. Not a carbon copy of what the world expected me to be. I want to be remembered for