As a child I immersed myself in books.  What those books taught me was that In the battle of good versus evil, good always wins out in the end.  The hero or heroine in the story always came out on top and they all lived happily ever after.  I had inadvertently conditioned myself to believe that a happy ending would eventually present itself to me in any set of circumstances or situation.  As long as I was honest, true to myself, did my best and helped others that crossed my path where I could, then at the end of the story my happy ending would appear.  I spent a lot of time in my life sitting around waiting for happy endings that never appeared.

The battery in my bathroom scales has been dead for quite some time.  I keep forgetting to grab a steak knife from downstairs to prise it out of its little compartment and replace it with the new one sitting on the shelf adjacent to where it sits on the floor.  At last count I was 22 stone.  My job is somewhat physical.  I puff and pant at times.  People offer to carry things for me sometimes, the shop girl who has just put my groceries through the till, my colleague from my course who I’ve met at the bottom of the hill leading up to the college as I stand there with a small stack of library books to be returned, or a nice man in the college canteen who offers to carry the tray that holds my plate and my drink to a table.  I accept these small offers of help with gratitude; however, my biggest wish is that a day will come when I don’t need them to go about my day.

Since my course wound up for summer I have been taking myself on a creative journey.  The Artist's Way program was recommended to me by a friend as my next step in my personal growth journey.  (I got my results for year one, am relatively happy with them and in the past few weeks I have been offered and accepted a place to do my placement hours - I'll come back to this point at a later date!),

“Trying to Live My Best Life” – this is my tag line on my Facebook profile.  Something that has come up a few times in the past few months for me is the concept of toxic positivity.  In the Disney movie Inside out the character Joy is the personification of toxic positivity.  Joy is an emotion that lives in Riley’s head, In the first part of the movie Joy becomes increasingly overbearing and dominates Riley’s other emotions.  Riley is only allowed to feel happy and in the process of making this happen, Joy unwittingly suppresses Riley’s other emotions.

I happen to like a very wide range of musical genres.  So here’s my shortlist of songs for growth and healing, in alphabetical order.  There are more I could add but the list could go on forever, so I picked out a dozen.  There are a few wildcards in there, others are self-explanatory.  I often find myself singing away to the radio in the car (when I’m on my own lol) on autopilot.  I often don’t pay attention to what the words are or the meaning of the lyrics.  If you feel inclined to listen to some of my playlist, do listen to the words as they are important in this instance.

In less than 3 weeks, my new course starts.  I’m really looking forward to getting started.  I’m trying to get myself motivated for restarting personal therapy, for reading, trying to retain information and for learning new things.  I’m preparing myself for meeting my fellow classmates, hoping I’ll find among them like-minded people.  Hopefully they are not all very, very young.  I’m preparing myself for juggling the course with work and the rest of my life, all aspects of which are equally important.

All the photographs I have used in this website are my own, taken personally by me.  I always had a certain gra for taking photos, as a child, a teen and later into my 20’s, people bought me various little compact cameras for taking snapshots.  The photos I produced were never much good, but I loved trying!