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Back to the grindstone

Well, it was inevitable. I couldn't swan around being a lady of leisure forever. So back to work I went yesterday. New job, new people - lots of new people, and names, the introductory walk around the office is going to come back and haunt me when I have to start guessing who I've met and who I haven't!

But the really, truly crazy thing is - I love it. Ok, maybe love is too strong a sentiment, but I really like work. I like being in a place where things are happening, people are making things happen, and where I am using my brain because I am one of those people who are making things happen. Check back with me in a week to see if I still feel the same!

Bloggers anonymous

I think I'm starting to get addicted to the internet. Well, more specifically, the "social networking" side of things (as they say in the biz). I just joined facebook, but I know I will really have lost it when I have a myspace page!

All in the family

Everyone has responsibilities in life, and my biggest one is my family. They are a blessing and a burden, all rolled into one.

A couple of months ago dad got sick. Really sick. He went into hospital for 7 weeks to try and halt the severe liver damage he was suffering from. He was poked and proded and tested for his suitability as a liver transplant recipient. Then lo and behold, he stabilised. So on Wednesday, much to his relief, dad was placed on parole and allowed to come home to be serviced as an outpatient, in the hope that he will start gaining weight and sleeping properly in his own home.

All this, I can handle. Watching dad get steadily worse, and then slowly better, is an emotional roller coaster, but I am here for the ride. Cancelling travel plans to stay and support the family while dad is recovering, I can get over. Staying at home to make sure there is someone always here with dad, I don't mind.

But the impending stampede of kind hearted, overly concerned relatives who are coming to visit, might just break me down. The onslaught of family dinners, lunches, days, nights...it's all more than a girl can handle.

The secret place inside of me

Is full of butterflies and dragonflies, fairies and elves. There are crystals and floating bubbles that glisten in the sunlight. There are tree houses and fairy lights wound all around the trees. Does the little girl inside ever disappear?

Looking into the mirror

There are people you meet in life who can open your eyes. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

Nearly twelve months ago I met myself. To be specific, I met a part of me that not many people know. I didn't recognise myself at first, because I didn't realise that part of me was there.

On reflection, I'm not sure if meeting changed me, of if I was changing at the same time as I met her. Either way, the result is the same. She knows what I am thinking because it's what she's thinking. She knows what I'll do because it's what she would do. She knows how I feel, how I think, how I'll act, how I'll react. And I know her.

This is what I believe a soulmate is. Someone who knows you as well as you know yourself, who doesn't judge, who understands, who gives to you as much as you give to them. But soulmates can be destructive.

Once upon a time

There was a little girl who didn't want to grow up. She worried that a time would come when she no longer skipped on Earth, and her voice would no longer be heard.

Strangely, comfort is often found in places where no one knows you. This is a story that will last forever, even when no one is reading. Fairytales are make believe, but real life is sometimes harder to tell.