Category: Getting Older
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Turns out, I’m a MAMIL.
I’ve taken up cycling. Along with running and swimming I am now a triathlon in parts. My husband is completely bewildered. We have known each other for most of our lives, and he has never known me to put my hand up for cardio-vascular exercise without a litany of complaints. Granted, I’m not doing the…
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Happy birthday to the dearly departed.
On what would have been my father’s 76th birthday, I reflect on the power of anniversaries to tell the world what you can’t tell the dead. I miss you, and I love you.
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Lockdown learnings…happiness and what really matters
Between entropy and exponential growth, lockdown has also taught me about what really matters for daily happiness… and it’s a surprise.
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The stories we tell ourselves… and why they might be making us unhappy
I have a saying which irritates the teens in my life. It goes like this. “That’s an interesting story you are telling yourself.” Our stories are who we are… and they powerfully influence our actions and wellbeing. It turns out I’m telling myself some unhealthy stories too, and it’s time for some new ones.View post…
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Living with the “boofheads”.
The sad reality is we have to live with the selfish and the stupid in our midst. From a mental health perspective, though, it probably pays to focus on the positive rather than negative.
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Future-me called… and current-me better make some changes…
Future-me is not going to be pleased when all she can fit into are pants with elasticated waists. It’s time for Current-me to take some action.
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My father and I and the things I miss…
Every time around this year I remember my dad. He died 9 years ago. I watched him breathe his last over Skype, which feels ironic in these times. Still, I managed to fly backwards and forwards to London several times through the course of his decline, for which I am ever grateful. I still miss…
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Travelling, Covid style
How can we travel, if we can’t travel? We found a way to at least dream about it a little.
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Growing Up
It’s home time. I’m taking the red eye from Perth to Sydney, which leaves at the rather uncivilised hour of 5 minutes to midnight. I’m rounding off this rather spontaneous trip with a rather spontaneous glass of white. I haven’t done spontaneous for a while. I think I used to be more spontaneous – I…
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Just a bit discombobulated!
If ever there was a time to use the word discombobulated, this is it. It’s been a long and unsettling summer but just as the air clears from the ravaging bush fires and Autumn touches her umber paint brush to the leaves on the trees, we find ourselves, yet again, in a surreal world for…
Midlife Unpacked 