If I am the combination of a body-mind-soul triad and I believe that the soul is the largest component of us, that informs the health of the body and the mind, why do I make every decision based on what the body wants and what the mind has been nurtured by society to believe? Why I am I determining my worth, my actions with the top 10% of my pyramid and not the bottom 90%?
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
The following is the result of a late night and a racing mind. Enjoy - Jen x There is an irony in our lives that is unavoidable. Once you open your eyes to it and take in the truth of it, you can't help but see it everywhere. Or at least I can't. It… Continue reading The Irony of Our Lives – A Soul’s Question?
It was at this point that the rain stopped and once I reached the top of the hill, it was my turn to stop. There was no rainbow. It wasn't a scene an artist would pick out as being immediately striking. But the key was the palest blue and the sun was so bright that the glint of my watch face made me shut my eyes.
I am a con artist. A fake. A liar. I weave lies into my life as often as the truth, and I could not exist without them. I would be a paper girl, standing on bending legs without my golden spool of fake. Except for the simple fact that who I am striving to deceive is… Continue reading How I Get Out of Bed
Hello everyone, For the duration of July and a portion of August, I traveled to Tanzania meaning that the last time I blogged was in June. So enjoy another rambling installment direct to you from my mind - Imagination Vs. Logic: Tanzania I have lived a life categorized by lines and neatness. For as… Continue reading Imagination and Logic in Tanzania
The Girl That Was Before Four Years Ago - Age 19 It was 2013 and the lights were flickering too fast for my liking and everywhere smelled of the closeness of warm bodies. Sweat and warmth. In the nightclub light, we all glimmered. The music that played was a repetitive, lyricless beat but still everyone… Continue reading The Girl That Was Before