Being patronized. I hate it. Thankfully it doesn't happen all that often, which is a relief for everyone, believe me. Then it goes and happens twice in one day, within hours of each other. Whilst volunteering I get told, by a manager who has only just met me, that I have a good telephone manner. … Continue reading Whose a good boy?
I finished with paid employment 12 months ago and have been celebrating the anniversary this week by starting a couple of volunteering opportunities. Up to now I've avoided the idea of volunteering - mainly because people kept asking me what I was going to do with my time and the rebel in me decided that … Continue reading What are they thinking?
The other day someone described me as 'opinionated'. It was during quite a normal conversation and I'm sure it was not intended as an insult - I hope not. I think there was a positive element in there. Or perhaps I just want there to be? There is something about the term 'opinionated' which conjures … Continue reading In my opinion…
I'd forgotten how much the media hates me. A woman, with a body. I happened to read a magazine at my father-in-law's house the other day. One of those TV insert things that come with a weekend paper. I couldn't resist the article about holiday wardrobes even though I half knew it would not be … Continue reading I unlearnt to hate myself
I think I have given up. But in a positive way. There are things I used to do, when I worked full-time, that I no longer do. I no longer wear formal clothes everyday - no blouses with black trousers, no smart shoes. I don't even wear jewellery on a regular basis. I rarely put … Continue reading Giving up
I attended a yoga event some weeks ago, during which we were asked to write for 8 minutes, without editing, just creating, about what we remembered and what we didn't remember about significant events for our bodies. I know for some the topic could seem inappropriate but I chose to think about my first period … Continue reading Memories. What memories?