My client wrote this beautiful piece after an epiphany and has kindly agreed I can share it with you.
I reject the pressure to succeed in any conventional way,
I reject the arrogance that says I must stand out from the crowd,
I reject the doctrine that I must wear make up, dress well, stay young, slim and beautiful.
I reject the assertion that I should be happy.
I reject Facebook.
I reject my own pressures to be a good worker, student, friend, lover, daughter, hostess, person. Continue reading
Earlier this year, a friend and I agreed to apply to run a 10K race, partly to motivate ourselves to get out and run. I’ve run a 5K event before and wanted to stretch myself a bit more. My friend applied for an early April race which I felt didn’t give me enough training time to be sure of running the whole distance. I wanted longer to train so started to look at May races. In fact I did not apply for a May race and I have only just started to train.
If I had turned up for the April event, I would have been training since February. I would now be fitter. I might not have run the whole 10K run in April, maybe I would have walked some of the route. Yet, given that my goal is to get fit, or fitter, rather than have an impressive time for the event, that wouldn’t have mattered.
I don’t think of myself as perfectionist, yet my desire to make a ‘proper’ go of the event got in the way of my real goal – to get fit. Continue reading
A little while back I wrote about putting myself under pressure. I wrote of using a clenched fist and an open palm to interrogate decisions. I’m telling myself I have to do something. Do I really have to?
I’m going to take this a stage further. Continue reading
I am having a nightmare situation with a tooth. In order to avoid a large bill for root canal treatment, I changed dentist to attempt to get the work covered on the NHS. This then involved a referral to the dental hospital which got lost and then an appointment at the hospital with a promise of treatment which never transpired and… it’s been a catalogue of disasters. In the background I have failed to chase up the different dentists, secretly pleased to be postponing what I knew would be a lengthy and painful treatment. The net result is that I may have left it too late and might need to have the tooth removed. Quick and cheap, but affecting the way I chew for the rest of my life. Ouch!
Sometimes I get caught up in the urgent and leave the important. Continue reading