Mirror Image

  • Published: 13 February 2015
Even though we're into February now, as we've been in Asia and Asia is gearing up for the Chinese New Year the following greeting is not quite as irrelevant as it might seem:-) Happy New Year,  all of you!

Guilt on Heels: The terrors of holiday seasons

  • Published: 22 December 2014
 
 


 
                                               
I have always had what is referred to as a “Catholic conscience”.  That is an ever-, some might say over-ready sense of being in the wrong. Not just unworthy, or not good enough, no, just plain BAD! It’s like my inner Slave-Driver is always on standby, waiting with tapping foot and ready to lash out as soon as I do something ‘wrong’.           

Taking Me Seriously: I'm a WUSS!!!

  • Published: 29 November 2014
 
 
I had an absolutely horrible dream last night. No, I am not into dream-interpretation and symbols and all that sort of thing so don’t worry. But last night’s dream illustrates so beautifully how our minds work. Or do we want to call it work when it goes into a spin and turns us into a whimpering blob of stupid. Me, not us then, if you prefer not to be negative about yourself. I don’t really mind because I am also convinced of my positive aspects. It is just the weird way life and I combine. That means that cause and effect become entangled and as I am more inclined to throw the knot away than to untangle it I am not going to untangle anything here. I am just saying: WHAT?!

Bullies: of mirrors and men

  • Published: 08 December 2014
Bear with me, please? I’m going to play blog-Rummikub here. That means I have a couple of rants happening internally and I need to lay out the strands and pull them together at the end so that I don’t leave you thinking: Aw, shame, she lost it!  Actually, I wanted to talk to you about my mirrors, and maybe they will sneak in anyway but let’s start with this:

The Rocky Road to Recovery...

  • Published: 03 November 2014
 
Recovery means you have something that is (mostly, we think), bad. Recovery is very often used as a call to arms: ”fight the good fight and recover!” we are urged. And then we have to suffer and we are pitiful and worthy of sympathy. You can hear I’ve been there done that, can’t you? Yeah, I had an alcohol addiction (oops, I have it) and fought the good fight. And it was hard but actually, not so hard. Socially it’s a pain and sometimes you end up telling people to take their ‘just one teeny glass of wine’ and do something unusual with it.  In the main, however it has been very doable. I might drool when my husband walks past with a whisky but since 1st April 2004 I have been clean. Hugely proud of it, as you will also have noticed.