Real moments of joy

This picture illustrates well the difference between how I think things will be in my head, and how they often turn out. I have been made aware during my step work that I need to let go for this drive for perfection, which is to be honest fairly self centred. The only my view of…

Alcoholism humour- part two

I’m sorry/ not sorry. I think these are really funny. Shared to make you smile. You are very welcome. 😀

Not quite another Pinterest fail/ mindful knitting

I’ve been poorly with a chest infection this week. I’ve spent a fair amount of time watching Netflix and feeling sorry for myself. I was pleased to start my new knitting project in the sunshine in bed. It is a simple shawl or wrap, which you increase one stitch each row, so it will be…

TEA!

Ok, so I have neither great power, not great responsibility BUT I do not have a service position doing teas and coffee at the meeting on a Friday night. I am way more pleased about this than I think is normal. Just wish me luck, there is a tap for boiling water upon which I…

How many numbers do you see?

How many numbers can you see? Two? Three? Four? More? I am not sure there is a right answer. Everyone see it differently. Like life. Things that cause me massive worry and anxiety are not a problem for others. People may also not understand why I am worrying. This has caused me to come to…

The not-to-do list

We all spend so much time being busy, that I sometimes think we forget a lot is beyond our control. I stumbled upon this not-to-do list, and I love it! I am going to have a go at filling this out, and I will show you the results. Would love to see someone else in…

*cringe*

On the Friday meeting that I go to, we say the serenity prayer at the end, all stood in a circle holding hands. Kinda weird the first time, but I got used to it. People add this on the end: This is accompanied by swinging the persons had you and holding. I make that sound…

Self care

When my drinking was at it’s worst, my self care was really poor. I don’t mean nice things like bubble baths, but real basics like eating or washing my hair. I actually feel quite ashamed looking back at how I allowed myself to get. One of the first steps I took towards self care was…

“Tears are words waiting to be written” – Paul Coelho.

I had no idea how much it was possible to cry. Not in one go or anything, but over basically anything. In the last 48 hours I have cried because: The sandwich bar we went to for lunch didn’t have gluten free bread readily available. My husband isn’t psychic. I remembered to wash the kids…