I watched a YouTube broadcast recently by a woman called Erica who claimed that we are all born with our own special gifts. I liked the sound of that. It might be true. I know that I’ve always believed that I was born to write. It’s a passion that’s fuelled me since I was in primary school. And when I look back, my life is a series of stories, charting my pursuit of that passion. I’m still chasing it. Yet that’s where the fun is. Doing what I love, even when it’s not commercially successful, is where the joy is. Being creative, putting words on paper and sharing them seems to resonate with the frequency of my soul. That’s what happiness feels like. Yet it hasn’t always been like that. And I know that following your dreams, pursuing your passions doesn’t always seem practical. Especially when we have those never ending bills to pay. But not doing it is dangerous. Trust me, I know. I made a lot of hasty choices when I was younger. One of them was not listening to my soul. I had an ex...
It’s so easy to feel overwhelmed. And not just by our emotions. Often, it’s the unrelenting pace of life that can catch us out; the barrage of sounds and sights and demands that all compete for our attention. Even after recovery, even when equipped with the calming benefits of mindful awareness, the world can leave your head spinning. This morning was one of those occasions. The alarm woke me earlier than I would have liked and I was still tired as I hobbled down stairs. The dogs followed me, fussing me for attention both eager to get out into the garden for some early morning air. I should have taken their hint. Yet instead, I switched to autopilot and even before I’d flopped onto the sofa, I was reaching for the TV remote control. Without thinking, I turned on the TV and instantly filled a corner of the lounge with sounds and images. I was still trying to fully wake up, yet already my brain was having to work hard to absorb the noises and decode the flashing images. Although I co...