Category: Family Obligations
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#Bloganuary – What’s my dream job?
What’s your dream job? My whole life, I’ve wanted to be a Kindergarten Teacher. I love children and even when I was a little girl, I’d set my bedroom up as a classroom and teach younger children everything I knew, bless my heart. As a teen, I was always involved with kids clubs and after-school…
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The best gift ever
My friend Marquessa writes an awesome blog (I’ll find out how to link it below if you wanted to check it out) and on one of her latest posts, she asks “What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?” Such a great question! I’m so happy to be able to share mine with you. When I…
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A bitter pill to swallow
Ironically the medication I take is literally bitter pills. I have the unfortunate moment of tasting them on my tongue before I wash them down with the tiny paper cup of water the Nurse gives me after watching to make sure I swallow my tablets. Anyway. Blogging is all good and well when I’m the…
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4 Policemen, 2 Ambulance officers, flashing lights…and a tearful husband.
I’m struggling, guys. I’m really struggling. I don’t feel anything apart from grief, loss, rage, confusion and a profound hurt that has sunk into the marrow of my bones and physically makes my body ache. Alun won’t believe me and if I talked to a friend about how I’m feeling, I’m so scared I’ll burden…
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I find it hard to forgive
That’s a toxic trait of mine…if an apology isn’t offered, then you better bet I’ll hold that grudge until I die. Alun is the opposite. He wears his heart on his sleeve and forgives easily and moves on from a fight/disagreement pretty much right away, bless his heart. This is what I have to keep…
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There’s no substitute for compassion
The latest thing out there right now is all about “manifesting” goodness, wealth, health, happiness etc into your own life. “If you believe it…you will achieve it“ Sorry, (not really) but that’s utter bullsh*t. Believing and – for the love of God – manifesting *shudder* good things can only get you so far. I think…
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Surviving parent guilt
Since my Dad died, I’ve come across new things. Like crippling grief. Grief that looks and feels like 80 feet waves pummelling me, tumbling me, confusing and frightening me. Grief like that. Grief that – like waves – doesn’t let you come up for air. It doesn’t stop for a second so you can’t stop.…