“When you write your truth, it is a love offering to the world because it helps us feel braver and less alone.” – Glennon Doyle Melton
“Truth and transparency not only make my life more ethical, but also easier. (Why easier? Because untruth is always complicating, and truth — no matter what the consequences — is always strangely simplifying.)” – Elizabeth Gilbert
“Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage.” – Brene Brown
- The weather effects my mood more than I’d like it to. This is also true of other peoples energy and situations / environments.
- I don’t know what it feels like to be alone. And at times that makes me sad. Because I don’t know who I’d be alone. Or who I’d be now had I spent some time alone…
- I mutter the words for fuck sake at least 20 times every day. Often before breakfast. And sometimes not very discretely. It’s mostly directed at my kids / husband but also includes clients, customers in shops, servers in cafes, drivers, slow walkers…
- I often romanticise memories and make them feel better in reflection than what the actual experience itself was.
- There are days when I wish I hadn’t had my kids so young.
- I have a constant, niggling low-level anxiety about running out of time. To do what, I don’t really know… But that tick-tocking, watch-tapping shadow seems to follow me around.
- I’ve lied to myself and to others to selfishly get what I wanted. Or thought that I needed/deserved.
- I feel diluted and stretched too thin in the roles I play. And feel like I’m not particularly good at any of them. The artist in me loves the variety and playing in the mess. My ego smirks and tells me I’m a failure – just give it up.
- My kids have beans on toast for dinner too often.
- I don’t believe people when they say they have zero regrets. I do. Not getting on that earlier flight to see my dad before he died is one of them.
- I’ve given up worrying about what others think. And refuse to feel shame for asking for what I want or telling the truth about how I feel. Regardless of how unpopular or confronting it may be for others. (see Liz Gilbert quote above…)
- The need to be right has often trumped the opportunity for me to be happy.
- I can see my own fears, anxieties and insecurities reflected back to me in my kids.
- There are times when my mind races so fast, I literally cannot sit still.
- At times there feel like a hairline between calmness and rage.
- I’m often quick to judge and criticise others. This is a self-defence mechanism, I think.
- When things are going well I get scared. And inevitably do something to bring me back to where feels comfortable and safe.
- Exercise is my drug of choice. I use it to both deal with stress and avoid recognising the stress. I literally run away from it.
- I paradoxically crave simplicity and luxury. Or maybe I can have both but don’t allow it…? Like #17?