We are almost at that time of year again. That time of year when everything is amplified and more pressurised and just more. Don’t worry though, I am not some kind of Christmas martyr! It’s the time of year when you are thrown together with all sorts of people you wouldn’t ordinarily choose to spend… Continue reading Counting down ……
I read a post earlier today about life pushing and pulling in a range of different directions. It seems to me that there are a million tiny things that always need attention. We have to do our best to juggle them. In my experience, the success of this juggling varies significantly over time and circumstance.… Continue reading My badly balanced act
I was thrilled to be nominated for this blogger award!! It is amazing to me that anyone wants to read the musings of my cluttered brain let alone enjoy it enough to list me in a nomination! How wonderful! The Rules Write a post to show your award. Give a brief story of how… Continue reading A blogger Recognition award? FOR ME ?????
I have a dilemma I feel slightly like a fraud now. Because now I am much less Lifehostage32 and much more Lifehostage33. But I am not going to change my name or anything, I am happy here as I am. Today I am going to tell you about the last 12 months. So for all you… Continue reading Lifehostage 32 is now 33…… lessons learned.
I must ask myself several times a week why I am so insistent on making my life so incredibly complicated. I mean, what makes us choose to make thing more difficult and complex? When we could just get up everyday and drift along in a sea of loveliness? Trouble is, I am not sure that… Continue reading A little complication never killed anyone did it?
What type of things do you consider to be a luxury? I am not really talking in just a materialistic sense here, though I think that is most common upon hearing the term. Although I am very partial to the finer things in life, lives filled with multi million pound mansions and fast cars and… Continue reading Just to be me ( Luxury)
Have you ever struggled to find your sanctuary? I love a private beach as much as the next daydreamer, to spend all day barefoot on the sand, with a book and some drinks would be pretty great. But I am not sure even that would be enough for me to truly feel safe and rested and ‘escaped’… Continue reading Beaches & bare feet