There’s this party coming up in a few weeks that I’m pretty excited about. Its a yearly, movable feast. Last year it was in Taranaki and this year it’s in Christchurch. A couple of hundred of women getting together to celebrate all that is good about women-ness and wellness. A bunch of women with a kaupapa of unconditional support and no judgement. A group of women that have each other’s backs unfailingly and are cheerleaders in all endeavours.
So if these women are so bloody wonderful then why am I driving myself insane worrying about what to wear?
Continue reading “Dress Madness”
In the interests of research, I have completed many “which game of thrones character are you” quizzes over the years. Today’s selection gave me Khal Drogo, Sansa, No One, and the Onion Knight. Spotify thinks I’m Arya based on my music selections. While I certainly would like to consider myself just a little bit badass, I know that none of these would really represent me.
Men want to be Jon Snow and the Khal, women want to be Danaerys or Arya. Seems we all rather inflate ourselves when it comes to who is most like us. And our inspirations are rather obvious. Which is why I dedicate my first Five on Friday to that prince among men, Samwell Tarly.
Here are my 5 reasons why Sam is the guy who keeps me going when things are tough. Continue reading “Five on a Friday: My GOT Inspiration”
There’s this saying that when one door closes, another one opens. The flaw in this is that it assumes that you are in a room with more than one door. Sometimes when one door closes you are stuffed.
Stuck in a room with only yourself for all eternity, eating your own toenails and drinking your own pee. If you are in a room with two doors, there is no guarantee that the other one will open, Unless the first door slammed an this created some kind of draught, of air pressure change that then caused the other door to open because it wasn’t properly closed to start with. Truly though, what generally happens when one door closes, is that we open it again. Which is how most of us avoid getting stuck in toilets for ever and having our faces chewed off by rats. Continue reading “When one door closes”
According to Michigan State University’s Institute for the Study of Youth Sports, a child’s No. 1 reason for playing sports is to “have fun.” Yet by the time they are 13 years old, 70 percent have dropped out of team sports.
Reading this article in the NZ Herald, on why kids give up sports so early gave me pause. It wasn’t so surprising or shocking to me that kids stopped play sport at the age of 13. Certainly, in New Zealand this is when kids hit high school and the game very much changes. If primary school was about participation, and basic skills, then intermediate upped the ante towards specialism. My experience with and N of 1, was that intermediate still presented opportunities for social sport, for D and E teams, that continued to encourage participation and team work, but there was very much a feeling that this was the beginning of the end. Continue reading “Its just no fun anymore. Why kids stop sport at such a young age.”
There has been quite a bit of navel contemplation lately. The thought of an MRI has filled with me with dread, not for any reasonable fear, like being scared that an unrestrained fire extinguisher may hurl itself at my head. Nor the thought that some long forgotten piece of metal ingested as a child is going to burst, Ripley like, from my belly. What actually concerns me the most is that I may have to remove my navel ring. Continue reading “Navel Gazing and the Reward Principle”
This morning as I was driving towards the motorway, I watched with interest as at car in front appeared to tailgate the vehicle in front. I agreed, that the vehicle was going slow, but it couldn’t help it as was there was equally slow car ahead. So I settled in for another slow run.
As we turned to the corner to head up the hill, it became apparent that the blue 4×4 really was going slow. There was a long gap between the blue car and anything ahead. Mmm, I thought, remembering what I had been taught as I learned to drive, they are leaving a long gap as there is so little room behind. If it has to brake, it can brake slowly . Sensible. I felt magnanimous towards the blue car and a rising irritation, and resentment towards the tailgater. Continue reading “Mood altering circumstances”
There are many things that I purposefully avoid because they make me feel bad about myself.
Ten pin bowling, gymnastics, old school bullies. I have a relatively robust self-esteem, but there are some no go areas to which I do not venture because it’s a bit stabby. So I was surprised to find myself volunteering to have a body scan. It had been suggested before but I had refused. Mainly because I tend to have a golden rule about my discretionary spending that it has to make me happy, or at least fix one of my many aches and pains. This was not going to fit that criteria. Why would I pay money to feel miserable unless there was gin involved?
Continue reading “Finding out what I’m made of”
The first time I came across the internet I was in Aston, Birmingham. An unlikely place to make a life changing discovery, but it was here, circa 1997, in the flat above my sister’s pub, that I discovered currantbun.com, the Sun newspaper’s website of the time.
Continue reading “The internet and the death of reading”
Some people believe that there is no such thing as a bad workout. But some days, workouts really suck arse.
You get up late, you’re tired, and you ate badly the night before. You have no time to warm up, and what you do attempt, is with minimum effort and attention. This was me today, before attacking the squat rack. Some days there is little in the way of motivation. Some days you just feel miserable about it all. So how do people keep making sure that they work out when they have left their motivation behind? Continue reading “Habit, motivation and the squat rack blues”