When I started my nursing career back in 2001, I was a mature student and yet I felt far from mature when faced with individuals, families and communities during their most emotive times due to death and the grief thereafter. Just two decades ago there were three types of grief; normal, absent, or delayed. So…
Today, I fully intended to wake up, do yoga, have breakfast, and smoothly do all of my business posts for the day before the children woke up.
However…
As many of you may already know, my book Positive Changes: A Self-Kick Book came to be following a life changing blow in my life. Even without this particular event, I have still had more than my fair share of curveballs and life lessons which would make for a melodramatic book.
I’ve crossed paths with the most beautiful and inspiring people this week. Sadly, many of them are feeling so flat and disheartened at present. They are questioning their heartfelt choices, particularly in terms of their career.
Last year a dollop of faecal matter hit the proverbial fan, which led to me stepping away from the conventional working world, as life as a juggling octopus really wasn’t conducive for me, my family, animal, mineral or vegetable.
Note to self: I do not have to take this day all at once, but rather one step, one breath, one moment at a time. I am only one person. Things will get done when they are done.
A saint was asked “What is anger?”
He gave a beautiful answer, “It is a punishment we give ourself, for someone else’s mistake.”
As a society we can place so much emphasis on certain days fulfilling certain emotions and mindsets; Monday is bleurgh, Friday is full of thank goodness, Saturdays are allegedly what it’s all about, New Years Day is all about a brand new start that no other day of the year seems to be able to take credit for.
Brendon Burchard, a high performance coach, once said “…And then one day I decided that hurry and stress were no longer going to be part of my life.”
