#shareyourworld 🌎 #blogprompts
Melanie has posted another set of great writing prompts in her “Share your world” blog, so here are my answers:
What do you think it means to be healthy? Basically to be comfortable in your skin. I think health is being fit, happy, strong, well…and able to take the stairs without feeling like you’re going to die. Lol. That was me today, taking 3 flights of stairs to the train platform. I thought my lungs would give out. I seriously need to rejoin a gym.
Is being obsessive about someone or something a good thing? I think there’s a fine line here. It’s good to be locked into something I feel is important – like my writing, I guess? I think about writing alllll the time. I suspect a lot of writers do. It’s the word obsession that worries me. In my experience, being obsessed has never been a good thing. I was obsessed with Matt for over 20 years of my life. Not good. I’m obsessed with fatty, salty, fried foods…also not good. So…no. Obsession isn’t a good thing.
After a disagreement with your S.O, do you initiate the make up conversation or do you wait for your S.O to do it? Here’s the thing: Alun and I are both really stubborn so when we fight, we both dig our heels in. We’re both passionate about our views so when we clash, it takes us both a while to calm down enough to approach apology. If I believe I’m in the right, I’ll walk away and wait quietly for Alun to come after me to make up. If he thinks he’s right, then he does the same. Alun will generally apologise within 20 minutes…it might take me a few hours but I get there and when I apologise, I mean it and I don’t repeat the behaviour. We both accept each other’s apology when it’s given. I think that’s as important as apologising…accepting it with compassion.
Have you ever done something incredibly embarrassing in front of a huge crowd? Hmm…probably when song-leading at Church and forgetting the words. It’s awkward not singing the right words when over 100 people are counting on you to guide them through songs. Lol. Oops.
What’s your sweetest memory from childhood? I think the innocence of just being happy playing outside with my friends. I grew up in a tiny town in the Northern Territory so kids my age were easy to find and we all hung out – riding bmx’s, catching tadpoles in buckets, mixing ‘magic potions’ with flower petals and water, running around under the hose/sprinklers in humid summer days and splashing about in waterholes on the rainy days. Every day held so much hope, joy and fun. I’m so thankful I grew up playing outside rather than in front of a screen.
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