Imagine this… Some time ago you were finally able to give answers to these two questions, “Who am I, and what is my purpose in life?” While admitting the questions were rather philosophical as well as personal, you are suddenly thrown back to square one, and you once again want to find out who and what.
Like most people, my answers came and went as every meaningful tide in life left a new imprint on my senses. Continue reading
So, you’re single.
And chronically ill.
On Valentine’s Day.
But, what the heck, you don’t care.
You don’t care because you’re an alpha-woman even when you sometimes feel like a z-woman… zonked out on meds on the couch.
You don’t care because, seriously, you don’t have to go shopping to find sexy lingerie that’ll only cut off your air supply while wearing it.
You don’t care because you know that the only thing you can find in a chocolate box is a raised BMI.
You don’t care because you don’t thrive on baggage left behind by old flames. Continue reading
The last few months, I’ve read and watched more political news than I could stomach. As a result, shortcut rambling, and buzzwords on Twitter like ‘“tremendous,” “ban,” “wall” and “crooked” now linger in my own vocabulary when I sit down to write. Trying to wipe self-centered #TrumpSpeak from my mind seems futile, though, as each day brings more White House drama.
In contrast, Michelle Obama’s selfless message has always been, “Say something true,” rather than “What will make me sound smart, or witty, or powerful?” or “What does the audience want to hear?” Unlike Donald Trump’s vernacular, her message is genuine and frank and she always delivers a genuine message that has the power to move and inspire. Continue reading
I agree it has been fairly quiet here. A lot has happened the past few months which required the usual RRS, the almighty Rest, Relaxation, and Sleep. New things are still taking shape, so do hang around or drop me an email.
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In the meantime, happy new year!
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Being a perfectionist, of course, it had to be precisely 200 days.
Six months and nineteen days between my first multiple sclerosis symptoms and its very diagnosis.
Little did I know that it would eventually transform my life.
It was September 2004, and I had just dropped off my mother at Dublin Airport for her return to Belgium. On the way home, a strange sensation took hold of the left side of my face, as if it had been injected with thick rubber. Thinking nothing of it, I went back to bed to catch up on lost ZZZs.
I slept for hours.
And hours. Continue reading