Showing posts from January, 2016

All the Feels.

Emotions can be appear to be straight up nuisance. They can be overwhelming, unwanted and just incredibly uncomfortable.  When we're not feeling like ourselves, it can seem like we're shrouded exclusively in the negative ones. Almost automatically, the first reaction when these cascade upon us can be to try to switch them off - Disconnect, pull the plug, make them stop.  We attempt to turn a deaf ear to them. To do this, we can turn to food, alcohol, drugs, exercise or whatever seemingly works to make them shut up; to stop them screaming in our ear, bubbling up beneath the surface - taking over. They don't feel right, we don't know what to do with them so we want to numb them out.  But that simply doesn't work, because we can't do it selectively. 'We cannot selectively numb emotions, when we numb the painful emotions we also numb the positive emotions', Brené Brown. See, they're not the problem. The problem is thinking that we know better

Make Yourself Proud

As you might have noticed from our Facebook  or Twitter , I'm a slight fan of the occasional positive or inspiring quote/picture  (mild understatement) . One such source of inspiration presented itself on my Instagram feed the other day quite simply saying ' Make Yourself Proud'.  As these things often do, those three words have been resonating around my mind since.  These days, I think it's pretty common to shy away from the idea of being proud of ourselves. The fear of arrogance takes over and it's nearly more natural to seek validation from others even before ourselves. We want to make people proud of us, we want to gain approval and we keep searching for it externally. Shame seems to come fairly easily though. Quite often when we're not feeling good about ourselves, shame is right there on standby ready to pounce. For me, it'd appear as though this is the complete opposite feeling to taking pride in ourselves. Shame silences us, it criticizes us,

Open Mind, Open Life

'The mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open.' The mind is an undeniably incredible thing. For something that I used to curse on a regular basis, as it seemingly worked against me, I've now learned that the mind is a powerful and un- frickin' -real tool. The strength it has can change our outlooks, our experiences and pretty much our lives for either the better, or the worse. It just comes down to how we use and train our own. I never would have liked to consider myself as narrow-minded but from my own journey, I now realise that my thoughts came out in black and white. There was rules, conditions and a belief system that didn't really accommodate any outside thinking. It was unfortunately, entirely tunnel-visioned. There was repetitive self-deprecating talk, self-destructive behaviours and a variety of vicious circles that just went round and round. Opening my mind has been crucial in me being able to change. It has been pivota

Strength Against the Storm

'I'm not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship'. Louisa May Alcott It's hard to ignore the wild weather recklessly whipping the country in recent weeks. Storm after storm, a different name would roll out from the news to identify the next bout of roaring weather gaining pace across the isle. When one of these was beginning to rear its angry head a few weeks ago - possibly Desmond - I had the pleasure of an evening stroll lead me right up to the turbulent sea. Waves relentlessly crashing, grey sky threatening; this was the setting where inspiration struck. Storms can traditionally tend to have connotations of tough times. I'm sure I've definitely used them as a miserable metaphor in some poetry in the past. Trying to accurately describe emotions or tumultuous patches, I'd lean on some stormy imagery to help me explain myself. This time though, the storm provided a whole different meaning and energy. This time, standing on the beach wa

5 Choices to Choose

Everyday, from the moment we force our groggy eyes open, we face an array of choices. In our day to day routines, life presents us with a catalogue of decisions to be made. It hastily reminds us that it's p acked with possibilities and oozing with suggestions.     I used to sort of hate choices, as I was fairly certain that decision making was by no means my forté and being confronted with an overkill of options left me pretty bewildered.   I distinctly remember now though, sitting in a group session where the concept of enjoying my choices just clicked with me. It became a word I enjoyed pronouncing, because instead of pressure, I learned its actual definition of opportunity.  Saying it out loud made me aware of how much I liked the word and the potential it carries. Choice is affirmative in its power, it puts us in the driving seat. We aren't victims of circumstance, we are in control of our next move. Having and owning our ability to choose is empowering. Each and eve