If we accept that fact, that We Are All One, as true then another intrinsic truth arises that we cannot ignore. If we were to live as though no one, even those who wrong us in the worst ways, were a part of how soul in need of love rather than condemnation, then we would never lack. There would be Enough.
I understand something I didn’t as a teenager. We can be on anti-depressants or in therapy and still experience moments so sharply brilliant that we laugh until our chests hurt. We can fret over living with our parents until our thirties and still receive a hug from a friend that is filled with such love that life is, momentarily, fixed and whole once more.
As a child, I was always one to feel guilt quickly and regret often. My mother uttered; 'Just let it go, Jen' more times than I can remember. Now, with a somewhat genetic complex for guilt and anxiety, I have noticed the toll that 'cancel culture' and social media is having on my own mind.
Welcome to 2019 - year of new possibilities and opportunities which we had in 2018 also! Perhaps now it's time for me to stop looking at the tick of a clock to take my heed, and start taking life into my own hands? Let's see how 2019 unfolds. The Achievement Addiction Do you have life … Continue reading The Achievement Addiction
Confrontation and Fear When I describe Ireland to people from other countries, I regularly rely on synonyms of 'chilled' and 'welcoming'. How else would I even begin to encapsulate the uniqueness of the Irish people regarding our kindness, humour and our general lack of sense at times? We’re daft and lovable as a nation, right? … Continue reading Where Compassion Ends #8thRef
Hello there, I sat down to write this piece knowing it would be difficult. But as always, I wanted to all the same in the hopes of realizing some personal wisdoms. That’s the best case scenario. In any case, I can only hope the words will come out as I want them to, and if not, … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Teenage Self
Hey guys, I hope you're all well. As always, Jen here. In February, I started this blog to write solely about the writing journey as an aspiring author. I was planning on being consistent, succinct and honest. Instead, I evolved this blog to become something entirely different. Whether that choice was conscious or unconscious I … Continue reading Branding My Skin With Fear – Literary Agents