I’m a big believer in positive self-talk.
I know that sometimes it’s a lot easier said than done, but with a little bit of practice and quite a bit of perseverance it can soon become second nature – and could even change your life!
Who is in your head?
Who is talking to you?
Who are you listening to?
Dear Martha and Sebastian,
I am writing this to you on Mother’s Day 2016 because I want you to always know how deeply and truly you are loved. And because life is funny sometimes…funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha.
I long to watch you grow fully into awesome independent souls, whilst at the same time longing for you to never grow a second older.
I want to fight all your battles for you – today, tomorrow and for the rest of your days , but need you to be able to stand strong and firm, safe and sure of your own abilities.
I wrote last week in a newsletter (if you haven’t signed up yet, why on earth not? HERE it is, and HERE is how to get signed up) about the pitfalls of SOS (Shiny Object Syndrome) and the especially challenging areas that need to be successfully navigated in order to fully recover.
I’ve had this blog in my head for quite a while now. I’ve wondered whether it’s just because of my desire to indulge my shoe thing. And I do have a shoe thing.
I simply love shoes – boots, thongs, heels and runners – I love them all. Except wedges. I don’t really do wedges.
Whether we are literally looking at our physical reflection in the mirror or reflecting on our emotional health either way it’s not always an easy or comfortable experience.
Looking at our body reflected back at us all to often results in a myopic focus on our worst parts. We struggle to see ourselves in our whole and beautiful entirety. I am automatically drawn to my thighs, my cellulite and left-over-baby-tummy. I see my breasts that have seen better days and probably wouldn’t pass the pencil test any more. I don’t see my strong swimmer’s shoulders, developed back muscles or my defined waist.
My husband died six months ago.
This is my grief journey.
Charles died suddenly in an ocean swim on 22nd February 2015. He died exactly five days before his 52nd birthday and seven days before our first wedding anniversary.