Thriving your way
I have to be honest I feel a bit embarrassed sharing this extract. But it is part of recognising my past and who I was. Plus I was in my mid teens so I’m sure it is completely natural that I was thinking about boys. And wondering if they liked, you know – liked me! When ever I see a male I think “I wonder if he likes me” that’s a girlie attitude I’m going to Continue Reading …
Reading my diaries from 25 years ago has not been pleasant recently, due to a severe lack of self-confidence leading to problems with my friends because I was paranoid they didn’t actually like me. It was not a good time for me, and I think has had a lasting impact on my ability to make close friends. I hope I grew out of this period quickly so my entries get more pleasant, but suspect it may have Continue Reading …
Do you remember those days when you had nothing to do so the best thing to do was go to bed? I don’t remember the last time I had that feeling, but it was certainly before having children, before blogging, before social media and probably before I started working. The closest I can relate to now is when I have a book I really want to read and going to bed early is a brilliant excuse Continue Reading …
Feeling tired in the morning, something that hasn’t changed in 25 years; but now as a parent of two young children I find it amusing that I thought I was tired then. I’ve written about my attempt to improve my sleep before, and since reading I can make you sleep by Paul McKenna I fall asleep much quicker. This year I’ve been working on getting to sleep earlier, although this is not as easy as Continue Reading …
I love this simple statement that nothing much happened, and there was no other text in the entry. It is a bit similar to the BBC deciding there was nothing newsworthy in 1930. Now, even if I think I have nothing to say when I pick up my diary I always find something once I put my pen to the paper; perhaps a bit similar to journalists finding enough news to fill 24 hour news Continue Reading …
Today’s diary entry is a little embarrassing; I did not know I’d been wanting to type my diary entries up for 25 years. I started typing them up about ten years ago and have some in Word (possibly still on floppy disk) and some in Lifejournal. I still love the idea of having all my entries tagged in Lifejournal so I’m able to filter my writing for specific extracts for example everything I’ve written about a Continue Reading …
I used to think it was awful being the youngest, and I had lots of experience as I was a younger sister and the youngest of all my cousins. It seems the biggest frustration was that I was not allowed to buy what I wanted. I wonder what I particularly wanted to buy; I do remember not being allowed to get Dirty Dancing, but I thought that was earlier in 1989. I wonder if I Continue Reading …
The first time I remember recognising that I felt better when I wrote a diary was about ten years ago when I’d restarted writing after a break of several months. However, it appears I first recognised the benefits of diary writing 25 years ago, just one month after starting. I like to think I keep my diary to capture memories, but I always write at the end of the day so there is probably a Continue Reading …
Not a surprise, I didn’t want to tidy my room even though I’d worked out the correct order to tidy a bedroom just a few days previously. And it is so easy to procrastinate. I’ve come along way in the last 25 years ago because I now know that if I avoid doing a task I don’t like, it will still need doing. I know it is good to complete your least favourite tasks first so Continue Reading …
Half way through October and I was already planning to search for Christmas presents. I’m struggling to remember whether this was a realistic activity or completely pointless so far in advance of Christmas. My first thought was Mum wouldn’t have been that organised, but then I remembered her present drawer where she always had a collection of presents for school parties, plus she was good at buying unusual gifts when she saw them. My memory of Christmas Continue Reading …
