On my word for the year and why it’s taken me so long to tell you

On my word for the year and why it’s taken me so long to tell you

This is the post I have been putting off writing. This is the post I have found every possible reason to delay. This is the post that makes laundry look appealing and Facebook scrolling imperative.

This is the post where I tell you my word for the year.

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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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