Recently there has been a lot of change, shifts and transitions (insert a range of synonyms for ‘change’ all of which seem to apply in a different way). Life is flowing and I’m flowing with it. It has taught me the importance of letting things go. We tend to hold on to things, hold grudges, … Continue reading breaking barriers
She’s an aimless wanderer, her ashy hair tangling as she goes. Serenity is etched onto her face, a confusing state for other souls. Lonesome strides are a sinner’s game, her frequency higher, serene, not the same. Weltschmerz consumes her, yet she strides in spite. She runs with no aim, no thrive for perfection for the … Continue reading The Escape to Nowhere
The last few weeks of 2016 were so extremely busy that I had trouble scheduling posts for The Scrape but I am back! 😀 I hope everyone has had a brilliant start to the new year and, of course, a lovely few days with family and friends. Like every year, January seems to be the month … Continue reading It’s 2017 – Goals?
Recently I have heard a lot about self-worth. We experience self-worth in some form or another and often take it completely for granted. I have watched people put themselves down or put others down without thinking much about it. Self-worth is the emotional value you attribute to yourself. And this is the important bit. YOU … Continue reading Take Care
Ever felt nervous about speaking publicly? Or in front of your class at school/ Uni? Yep, me too. A few years ago I could not speak one, single word in front of a group of people. I could not open my mouth. Now, I am quite alright with that. Sometimes I even enjoy presentations, crazy, … Continue reading Nervous
I should be reading a book about international business theory right now but I have these thoughts spooking around in my head that I really need to share. This week I had the great privilege to go to a talk by the CEO of one of the biggest airlines in Europe. My expectations of this … Continue reading Life advice from a CEO
Trees wander next to me with their colossal branches spread apart like bony hands. The roots that once grounded them are prickling of heat, burn on the asphalt and decay to dust. My heart's feet are stuck on the acidic asphalt, emerald green corrosiveness has taken the place of thin, red arteries. Fingers are claws … Continue reading Behind Branches