immortality

When you loose someone close to you, you are reminded that we are not going to live forever.

This reality check gives you two options:

  1. be sad about the idea of dying
  2. live everyday you have left to the fullest

I don’t know about you, but number two sounds far more tempting!

Im going wild this year. I’m leaving my well paid and steady teaching career, I’m shaving my head, I’m painting my skin, I am starting a business, I am travelling the world, I am becoming a parent… all in 12 months.

Have no regrets.

Life is too short.

My aim is to inspire you to do the same, okay you don’t all have to shave your heads, but my challenge to you is to live life to the fullest. Everyday. Not just on Saturday.

Say yes not maybe

run don’t walk

forgive quickly

and love everyone

 

because life is short and living life is wonderful.

 

 

 

 

Feelings on Father’s Day

How am I doing this year?
I’ve been thinking about Dad extra amounts this week. More has reminded me of him. I’ve felt quieter and more subdued. I’ve been nervous about how today would be. 

This morning I’m trying to keep busy, but also keep in mind the knowledge that I can still celebrate Fathers Day. I have a wonderful Dad, that in twenty six years with me, gave me a wonderful childhood, advice and so much love. 

Looking forward, this time next year, we will be celebrating Father’s Day in a different way. We will be parents, caring for our gorgeous little boy or girl. A child far less fortunate than myself, in regards to parenting. Jim will step into that role. He will be wonderful. He is so much like my own Dad. 

Please don’t feel sorry for me, or any other grieving children today. Just promise me you will spend time with your own Dad’s while you still have the chance.

Hate breeds hate

I am saddened to see so much hate on my newsfeed this morning. 

So many close minded opinions, sharing of religious statements taken out of context and articles plucked from thin air to prove your way is right. 

I love a healthy debate. One in which each person in turn airs their views, open to be swayed by others in a way to understand eachother and consolidate what you believe.

I agree we have to challenge those that are doing wrong in our eyes, not to condemn but to understand why they think differently from us.

Next time you see hurtful comments or articles shared, instead of tutting and ignoring it, or sending hurtful comments straight back why don’t you ask a challenging open question?

E.g.

  • I am intrigued by your point of view. I would like to understand how you came to think this way?
  • I understand your anger, I am saddened by what is happening too. What do you think you or I can do to help on a day to day basis?
  • I am trying really hard to understand where you are coming from. Could you please send me useful links so I can research this for myself?

Can you hear the difference? It is obvious you are from another opinion, but you are open to be swayed or challenged. 

Maybe this way you will either:

  1. Receive a very well thought out answer that may help you understand where they are coming from.
  2. Have the opportunity to share your beliefs also in an open and relaxed discussion
  3. Or more hateful statements will be returned and at this point you can choose to leave the conversation or ask another kind and considered open question.

I am going to be selective on what I write and when. Maybe private messages rather than comment sections will be more amicable?

I have no idea if it’s going to work, but I can’t swipe passed anymore hate without doing something about it.

I would appreciate your support.

Please share your kind and open opinions on what I have said in the comments section below.

Remember love online, offline, always.

The time is: NOW

Time is a funny thing.

Sometimes a single day can take a lifetime to pass, yet other days can leave you in a flash.

I have always struggled to live in the moment, to enjoy every second that passes me by. I usually keep looking forward to the next big event, wishing time away.

My birthday was always straight after our long summer break. I used to wish the weeks away until my birthday. My dad would always try to encourage me not to, but I couldn’t help it. I was so excited to get older back then.

Even now I find my myself counting down to Friday or a holiday. But why? I love my job. Why can’t I just enjoy, without the need for a constant count down?

Especially now, in our current predicament, time is even more precious. 

Some days, it feels like I’m living inside a sand timer (like Jasmine from Aladin), time falling through my fingers.

My Dad has always aimed to enjoy every moment and make the most of everyday ‘as if it’s Christmas Day’. It’s a wonderful way to live your life. 

You end up living more moments than another person living more years, because you are present.

This is my goal. 

For this coming school year.

To just be.

To soak in every moment.

To live everyday like Christmas Day.

Then, I too will leave feeling satisfied.

So…

Where are you?

And what time is it?

Remember-

You are here.

The time is now.

What would you do today if you knew you only had weeks to live? I certainly wouldn’t spend the day on my phone or laptop. I would look up and saver every moment with people I love.

Being a Mummy.

So I keep seeing these ‘Proud to be a Mum’ posts on my wall.

They are lovely. I am pleased you are proud. You should be.

I just can’t help thinking about all of the women (and men for that matter) that are trying so desperately to be parents.

These posts must be so hurtful to see. Like motherhood is some exclusive club they aren’t invited to.

In fact, I think part of me is hurt by them.

 

I think what bothers me is that this one I keep seeing asks for a photo. Like you have to have photo evidence for it to count?

But… Let’s just say….

what if you were pregnant, but lost your baby before birth, you would not necessarily have photo evidence, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.

What if your child has died or been abducted? You may not be able to kiss them goodnight, but you still have the right to call yourself a mother.

What if you devote your whole life to helping others. Serving the poor or caring for the needy. You would not have your own children, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.

You could be so desperately trying for that positive test, wanting and wishing, being turned down at every avenue. You may not be ‘successful’ yet, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.

Or….Like me, you may have ten beautiful and very special children in your care. You not only teach them but love them unconditionally and are devoted to them and their families. I may not be allowed to post photos on Facebook of these utterly gorgeous children, but I still have a right to call myself a mother.

It is the unconditional love you feel for others.

It is the devotion to serve.

It is unrelenting care you give.

 

This is being a mother.

 

So from one mother to another, stand proud and own this title….

 

because you earned it.