You Decide Who Ruins Your Day June 2016
Curiosity – A Life Giving Force April 2016
Guest Articles up at The Good Men Project:
I am here, living in this moment, and it is great. I have goosebumps on my skin. A wave washes over me, and I want to share it … to share the sights and sensations. But I am single; I have no partner beside me to share this moment with, so I enjoy it alone.
You catch my eye across the room and the glance is held a second and third time. We move in our circles of conversation closer and closer, and towards the end of the night we are in the same circle, eyes catching and hand actions mirroring, and all of a sudden I get the chance to introduce myself.
You meet, the attraction is mutual, and trust is earned, so you let yourself fall. Sometimes the honeymoon period lasts one year, sometimes only a month or two, but it doesn’t matter, you can fall in love with someone in any timeframe, and once you are in that next zone it becomes hard to walk away.
So much information; constant, streaming, intriguing, overloading information.
We have all that interests us constantly surrounding us as we choose which blogs to follow, pages to like, and notifications to alert us.
A male friend called me the other day to ask when is enough, enough? Having made the call myself. For me it was when I was at breaking point. I knew I would probably go a little crazy and feared I was about to hit a scary level of emotionally damage that would change me if I stayed in something that was hurting so much.
You’re in the presence of another; special time with your partner, out with friends, or in the middle of family time. It is time for catching up, talking, laughing but then there is this moment when someone reaches for their phone, no message sound, no ringing just a ‘check’.
We want to succeed, and we all have different definitions of success.
We feel the pressure as soon as we can comprehend it. The schooling system with everything marked, graded,reported back to our parents on, the sports carnival, all the running, jumping, ribbons and ranking.
My parents muddled through a divorce during my early high school years. I was the eldest of three children, with two younger brothers, therefore my parents’ divorce involved five people.