Rain has been the main cause of my quietness lately – and perhaps dark nights, and the fact that I am not a fan of November – but rain needs to take a large share of responsibility for literally raining on every parade I have participated in; it is hard not to take this personally….
Tag: #midlife
Nothing to show
I feel pretty rusty as I hit the keyboards today, for I have been silent on the blog front since the Summer holidays and now publicly confess that I have absolutely nothing to show from this self-imposed break. Lying by an Italian pool with my Favourite Daughter back in July, and fuelled by some medicinal…
Be ‘more mermaid’
One of the fruits of many, many years at Boot Camp is my membership of the BMF Ladies’ Book Club. We did not set out to make the club gender specific – the lads just never get their act together and ask us to join – and technically you do not have to go to…
DIY
Since my foray into the world of ultra marathon running (surely I mentioned this to you? Full disclosure can be found in my back catalogue) and a spectacular running fall brought about by tiredness and inappropriate foot wear for mud, I have spent the following weeks recovering and predicting that I may have the potential…
Ultra Proud
For someone who bangs on about running all the time, it is odd that I still do not view myself as a runner. I never say that I have ‘competed’ in lots of running events, I say I have participated in some days out which involve running with friends. I may have been ‘turning up’…
Big Girl Pants
Once I start sleeping through the night again, I intend to muster a punch of the air and begin wearing big girls pants once more. It has been too long. After a year of abortive property purchases, I am now officially doing adult ‘stuff’ again; I have a mortgage, no savings and I am feeling…
A ribbeting read
Coming to the end of a two-week retreat from the excitement of teaching, I realise that I have spent much of the last 14 days in my own little fantasy world, a planet with an estimated population of one – just me. This is no bad thing for I have enjoyed the respite, but the…
Stepping back
The clocks go forward this weekend and although I probably should ‘lean in’, as I limp into the Easter holidays I am in reflective mode; I have decided to take a step back to count my blessings and to get a different perspective. I had accredited the need to take my foot off the throttle…
No running away
Thankfully March sees me feeling more upbeat – good news for our loyal reader, for they will stop visiting this blog if I continue in my recent vein of pity chic lit. In truth, nothing has really changed in terms of the door I am pushing against (mainly house purchase but I will resist a…
Advice I can’t give
Recently I read the advice that a 28 year old journalist believed she would give her 18 year old self – if she could only get the young lass to sit down and listen. One of her recommendations was to, ‘take advice almost exclusively from women in their fifties’. For a moment I felt flattered,…
The Dragonfly Jar 