I'm going on holiday tomorrow and I realise that I am thinking many negative things about me, my clothes and how I will look in comparison to others. We are going to Florida so it will be hot which means I will have to spend some time in skimpy clothing and maybe swimwear. I have … Continue reading In a state
I was chatting with my sister the other evening. We were talking about Christmas parties, family traditions and generally about our low expectations for this time of the year. It used to bother me that somehow I didn't 'get' Christmas, the preparations, the anticipation, the gift-buying. I love putting up the decorations and bringing light … Continue reading Christmas No 1
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 have been going to a Zumba class for quite some time now - enough time for me to have a 'spot' and to be able to chat with one or two others who prefer to dance at the front. I like the class - it is just enough for me to do to feel … Continue reading Shimmy shake
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?
So there I was, Sunday evening, at my favourite cinema, in a middle seat on my favourite row (E) with an excellent, uninterrupted view of the screen. Just before the film proper a group of four walk in, already eating popcorn and giggling. They continue to do just that for the next 2 hours … Continue reading I was never young
This last week I have been told on more than one occasion, by different people, that I don't look my age - soon to be 56. What does not looking my age even mean? I know it is meant as a compliment, and I usually accept it as such. I acknowledge, without boasting or bragging, … Continue reading Looking 55