Lessons from the dog: Alpha males, love and the importance of making conscious choices.

In our house, my husband is numero uno, the king, the be all and end all… the alpha. At least if you ask the dog. If you suggested such a thing to the rest of us, theatrical bouts of gagging would no doubt ensue. It’s a strange situation, I think, given that I am the one thatContinue reading “Lessons from the dog: Alpha males, love and the importance of making conscious choices.”

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 theContinue reading “Turns out, I’m a MAMIL.”

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.

On doing, rather than being…

The thing I am not very good at is sitting.  Being still.  Waiting, contemplating. I tend to jump right onto things, without thinking too much about why. I am restless, I suppose.  I rearrange the furniture a lot. I believe I am a person who likes an action plan. I like to know where IContinue reading “On doing, rather than being…”

Life lessons from the Mud

There was mud, a lot of it.  Stinky, sticky, slurpy mud that sucked off people’s shoes and clung with a desperation of an addict to legs and feet and knees if you happened to sink that far into it.  There were heights – tyres and ropes and walls to be scaled.  There were small spacesContinue reading “Life lessons from the Mud”

Kylo Ren’s Lightsaber cake… and lessons in letting go and being a better mum

It’s another birthday party in our house today.  My son turns 9 (nine! what?), and has requested a lightsaber birthday cake.  Not just any lightsaber birthday cake mind you. Kylo Ren’s lightsaber.   “You remember what that looks like from the movie, mum?” he asks.  Ahh, no.  But google does, of course.  There are plenty ofContinue reading “Kylo Ren’s Lightsaber cake… and lessons in letting go and being a better mum”