On 2017 and my year of embrace

2017 my year of embrace
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In 2017 my word for the year was embrace.

And as it has been a long time since my January post, I remind you again of the definition of embrace:

Embrace: to take and clasp in the arms; to clasp as in affection, greeting; to accept willingly or eagerly; to take up a new idea, faith etc., adopt; to comprise or include as an integral part; to encircle or enclose (from Old French a pair of arms)

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Slow your Christmas: reflectively

Slow your Christmas: reflectivelt
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I dropped the girls at school, and sighed deeply. It had been a morning of tears, and grumpiness. I felt I had gone ten rounds of emotional battle before 9am, (and lost most of them).

I was weary and teary, but I rushed home and got things ready for the trip to Rockingham. I called my Mum as I drove, and then I called my best friend. Talking the whole trip down.

It wasn’t until I sat down at the table, and the timer was set for the ‘Shut up and write’, that I suddenly realised how worn out I was. Emotionally I have been holding my family together. But not even thinking about me.

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Embracing 2017: Think days

embrace 2017: think days

Today I took a ‘think day’ after reading a blog by Tsh Oxenrider of the Art of simple. The premise behind this day is allowing yourself space just to think about life. She quotes author Greg McKeown:

We need space to escape in order to discern the essential few from the trivial many. Unfortunately, in our time-starved era we don’t get that space by default—only by design.

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accept or embrace?

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I knocked at her hotel door in floods of tears. I had spent the day touring the killing fields and torture centre of Phnom Penh. I thought I’d been doing okay.

I’d come back to the hotel and spoken with my family. I had eaten lunch and washed off the grime from the morning in the pool.

But as I sat in my hotel room vainly trying to read, I discovered an experience like that doesn’t wash off easily.

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