I dont know how or why but life these days, well... I would prefer to be gently paddling down that merry stream, carefree and languid in dappled sunlight, dangling one hand in the calm, cool waters.

In reality, I am clutching at the mane of a wild stallion who is tearing through the forest, I am bouncing around on its back, barely seated, holding on for dear life etc

Ultra busy with an unstoppable chain of events, people and places, too much of everything. Maybe its...

I am grateful to have had the space to post here. And I outed my sticky mood on the nutrition forum, so it's like I've blemished my stainless journal.

People pleasing and perfectionism! I know a young woman (not me!) who tires herself out trying to 'be happy' and 'make the best of things' and she just comes across as a bit weak and vague, she never states her true preference, for fear of offending.

Happiness is a choice, to the extent that however cr*ppy I'm feeling,...