Keeping Your Head

It's a crazy time of year and all around me are people who seem to be on the verge of losing their minds. Fretting about tiny things that won't make one iota of difference to a celebration where people are predisposed to be happy, and that lasts for approximately 12 hours! I was about to lose my own mind earlier this week, while in the process of deciding what to get my parents for Christmas. My original idea for my dad had resulted in too much choice, so I stepped outside to weigh up my options. Then I encountered these two. And kept my head instead. As my mind cleared I hit upon another idea that sorted mum out too. Result! So if you're about to lose your head, I hope these guys will help you keep it! Merry Christmas!! 🙂 Posted with...

What Makes Christmas, Christmas?

I love this time of year and I’m beginning to feel very festive.  The Christmas parties help, of course, as do the friends returning from overseas, but most of all, the thing that makes me feel the most Christmassy, is the twinkling tree in my living room.  Because it reminds me of all the Christmases I’ve celebrated in the past and the stories that sit under each one of the trees in those celebrations. I remember the very first Christmas tree the husband and I had in London.  I was horrified that as an Australian he’d never had a real Christmas tree. So one Saturday I went to the man at the edge of the Green, bought a seven foot* monster of a tree, and lugged it back to our upstairs flat for what seemed like miles.  I mention that it was upstairs, not to highlight how hard it was to get it into the flat, but rather to let the more far-thinking of you imagine the battle we had to get it out! I remember helping to decorate my childhood Christmas trees: the real ones that had to be thrown out of drawing room window on 12th night because my mum didn’t want the needles through the house; the ones decorated with our childish, handmade decorations that my parents kept for years and years; the ones where we danced to Christmas tunes as we decorated; the ones where we were old enough to be brought a glass of wine for helping.  And I remember the year, when my sisters and I, having all left home to make our...

How I Found My Thing

Do you believe that everyone has something they love to do that they could make a living from? A special talent they could use, somehow, to earn enough money while enjoying their whole life? A trait perhaps, that’s second nature to them but difficult for, and sought after by, others? I do believe that everyone has a talent for something that they love to do. And I believe that now, more than at any other time, we can find a way to earn a living from that something. The something isn’t always obvious though, and I’ll admit that it took me a hell of a long time to find out what my something is. Even though I’ve been using it all my life! I fell into my first career because I had to find something to do and it seemed as good a path as any. It also had the advantage of giving the outward appearance of an acceptable direction. And I don’t regret it. It gave me as much as I gave it, and through it I found fabulous friends and the love of my life. (sshhh! Don’t tell the husband! Kidding! It is the husband!) I made the same mistake when I left banking. I fell into something that I ‘could’ do, and that also gave the outward appearance of an acceptable direction. I could also vaguely explain to my parents what I did, something that can’t always be said for what I’ve done since! When I veered into writing and then social media and back into writing, I knew I’d found something I loved to do,...