We’ve been trying for a year.
If it worked straight away, I would be complaining of sleepless nights and sore boobs right about now. Instead we are booking doctors appointments to find out what is happening.
I don’t know what they are going to say. I honestly don’t mind either way, it’s just time we know now. So we can plan our family together, what ever that looks like.
It excites me that our children could be out there now, living and breathing and needing us now.
It sure is becoming a momentous year for us, in every which way.
I’ve been seeing a councellor for three weeks now.
I wasn’t loosing it, I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t bitter or having twisted thoughts, I wasn’t crying all of the time, I wasn’t tired or depressed, I wasn’t suicidal or struggling with my marriage or at work.
But I don’t want any of the above to happen if i don’t have the toolset to help me cope with that.
I don’t want to be bitter.
I want to face grief head on.
It’s good too.
I like speaking about Dad. Remembering and enjoying telling a stranger about how amazing he was. Sometimes it all sounds to good to be true, like I am making it up. This makes me appreciate how truly lucky I am to have him.
Don’t get me wrong, its not all silly anecdotes and fond memories. Some feelings are raw and hurt very much. I need to learn to express and work through these feelings too. They are just not as easy to come through, when I am so used to looking for the positives all of the time.
I’m just saying, I’m pleased I am having councilling.
I am not ashamed of it.
I think it is a fantastic and free resource available to everyone and anyone and I couldn’t recommend it highly enough.
Every week I feel more and more accepting of my new reality.
Farleigh Hospice really do life changing work, with all that walk through their doors.
So I got naked at the weekend.
Full on starkers… in public.
It wasn’t intentional, more of a whim.
I found myself on a nudist beach by accident and just thought
and do you know what…
It felt bloody amazing.
I don’t think I’m going to make a habit of it, but I am so pleased I did it.
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:
- be sad about the idea of dying
- 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
and love everyone
because life is short and living life is wonderful.
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.
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?
- 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:
- Receive a very well thought out answer that may help you understand where they are coming from.
- Have the opportunity to share your beliefs also in an open and relaxed discussion
- 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.
Why do we do it to ourselves?
Why is it that we always have to be ‘alright’? Why is that the right answer?
If it’s a genuine question, if you really wanted to know, then “alright” doesn’t really tell you anything at all.
But maybe that’s the point?
The asker doesn’t really want to know, and knowing that, we bat back our answer without a second thought on the real question.
How are you?
How am I?
…How am I?
I don’t really know. I’m kind of a bit of a muddle of everything I think.
But I’m okay.
Oh I don’t know.
Is anyone okay?
Maybe I’m not okay and that’s okay? Okay?
Maybe I should just stick to ‘alright’, until I work it out anyway. It’s done me good this far. And ask: How are you?