Tag: Life Lessons
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Out with the old…
I’m recovering from surgery. It’s slow going, but now I have all the time in the world to read. And I remember… I love it.
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Lessons in living bravely from elephants and lions.
Three weeks spent enjoying the African bush gives you plenty of time for reflection. And there is much they can teach us. Like living life to the full, before we run out of teeth.
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Reframing old memories to change current perceptions
Our experiences shape who we are in the world – and how we react to things. When our responses lead us to a place we don’t want to go, can we reconfigure our memories to move in a more positive direction? Probably. But it takes practice.
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Oh, here I am…Empty nesting is a chance at rediscovery
The kids are out of the house and off to uni and adulthood. My parenting job is done. Suddenly, I feel like a whole new me.
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I think I’ve become addicted to sweat… isn’t life just full of suprises
I think I’ve become addicted to exercise – or at least the feeling of exercise. The endorphin rush that comes with sweating it out to music. Life is full of surprises!
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The Power of Attention: Shaping Our Thoughts
Somewhere along the line in my grown-up life, I developed a sense of hopelessness about humans. But I’ve realised I’m caught in a negativity bias, and that good and wonderful things abound, if only I’m mindful to attend to them.
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Rituals of Remembering
Remembering is not about replaying the past, but reconstructing it. It matters then what we remember. In each recalling we shape our sense of self. In a birthday tribute, I recall the good things about my dad and why this matters to me.
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The Fabulousness of Fifty Two
Yup, I turned 52 and what a joy it is to be in this decade of life surrounded by people I love.
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A life worth living needs a few hills
It occurs to me, freewheeling down a hill I fought hard to get to the top of, that life satisfaction lies in being okay with hills.
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Flown the Coop – The nest is half empty
Last week our eldest child flew the coop. Empty nester stage looms large. But that nomenclature annoys me. I’m renaming it Graduated, and thinking of parenting as flight school, instead.
Midlife Unpacked 