With International Women’s Day (IWD) being celebrated mere days ago, it feels like yet another opportunity wasted to actually start practicing what we preach. Referring to the sledgehammer that has and is being taken to Meghan Markle’s reputation, Serena Williams quite effortlessly said: “We must recognise our obligation to decry malicious, unfounded gossip and tabloid journalism. The mental health consequences of systemic oppression and victimisation are devastating, isolating and all too often lethal.” Indeed, celebrating, admiring and thanking women with a token Facebook post on IWD does very little to stop a culture of women tearing women down due to our own insecurities.Read More
Life in the 21st Century would be considered ‘madness’ to those living in prior to the 20th Century, don’t you agree? Unless you have found true balance in your work, home life and ‘you’ time, you’re one of the thousands of people who struggle each day to ‘fit it all in’. I find this interesting. And that’s mainly because I know that we all just want to be happy! And maybe you are, but are you really enjoying every moment of every day? Enjoying each day as if it were your last? Or are you just struggling through?
My mum died two and a half years ago. She was the matriarch of our family. She had a way of keeping us all together as much as she could and had established firm traditions for our family. After she passed away I, perhaps naïvely, tried to continue on the traditions she had established for our family. This, in particular, included Christmas time.
Ever have those days, weeks or even months when you feel like you’re up against it all? And through all the chaos, you wonder who you really are? You recognise yourself, but you feel unheard. You feel like you’re in a sea of challenges but drowning in what someone else wants you to be? That’s been my week.
Ever felt like you just had to let something out but you weren’t quite sure how? That’s where I’m at right now. Desperately feeling desperate but not sure what I’m desperate for. Confused, alone, tired and constantly on the verge of tears… thank goodness mercury is out of retrograde from tomorrow. But can I really blame the stars?
I was talking to a lovely friend today about the Myers Briggs Personality Typing. I mentioned that since the very first time I took it as a graduate (far too many) years ago until now, I haven’t changed at all. But is it beneficial to be labelled and boxed into an identity?
The day I was born, when my father held me as I screamed he said ‘this one’s a tiger’. Identified by my lung capacity and feisty nature on day 1, I have been affectionately called ‘Tiger’ or ‘Tige’ by my family ever since.
The world has been waiting on tenterhooks for the US election result. And so another one goes down in the history books. And social media is in full swing with shock, opinions and… bullying. So in all of this, I’m wondering, who ARE you?
I don’t often get sick, so when I do it becomes a mission to seek out answers.
First step was my metaphysical anatomy book. You’ll know about this book if you’ve ever had a session with me and had any kind of ailment. It’s my favourite. I could feel the beginning of bronchitis, so I muscle tested to the relevant part for me… Working too hard and not letting my inner truth guide me was the gist of the message.
More and more clients are coming to me with the same problems. Stressed out and exhausted. Why are the expectations on us so high? And why was it a surprise when my naturopath said I was the first person to come to her with stress levels at 0 out of 100?