Inspire & Flourish Linky
I have decided to join in with the Inspire & Flourish Linky run by Kate over at The Less Refined Mind. The linky aims to improve your DA, which is fantastic news for us bloggers! At first I thought the rules seemed a little bit complicated, but actually it is a really easy concept once you’ve had a go, so don’t be put off. The benefits are all yours!
This week I have found it takes a little longer than a conventional linky, but I think that is because it was new and I had to keep checking, but I am sure that next week will be much quicker. Bonus is that I get to share lots of great posts with you, my lovely readers and have a great record of them for myself in the future.
To be scientific I am going to keep an eye on my DA score over the next few weeks to see how this linky impacts it (after all that is why it was set up). My current DA is 19. Hopefully I will see that rise soon 🙂 and I will let you know.
Monday morning started like any other morning, a grumpy me being kicked in the stomach by a toddler who can’t keep still, at a time of the morning when only the sun is up. Only today the sun wasn’t up because it was hidden by storm clouds. We were off to a bad start to the week, however, the day was set to rapidly go downhill.
My husband (with his tidiness OCD) decided that my winter boots no longer needed to sit in the porch where he kept tripping over them (had he not looked outside?) so he went to relocate them into the cupboard. I have a wonderful pair of gorgeous, snuggly, beautiful UGG boots that my incredible mum bought me for my birthday last autumn. “I wore them two days ago!” I argued as he opened the front door. “Where’s your other UGG boot?” he called. My first thought was next to the one you can see, but his eyesight isn’t THAT bad, so instead I replied with a straightforward, “I don’t know.” At this stage I barely batted an eyelid. Obviously J had moved one of my boots, probably the afternoon before when he had been urging me to leave the house.
However, 5 minutes later I was running around in a panicked state unable to locate my precious boot.
I read and love a blog series called ‘18 Million Things’ by one of my favourite bloggers Occupation(M)other and felt inspired to do something very similar. Children change and develop so quickly that it is so easy to forget their little quirks and mannerisms. I want to record All the Little Things that my little boy does that I love so much, so that I don’t forget them. I can’t believe how quickly the last 18 months has passed; it has been so wonderful!
I love that you have learnt to kiss me.
I love that you now love mouse and cuddle him when you are sad or tired or just because.
I originally wrote this post in 2016, but just last night my husband pointed out that we have known each other for 20 years. It certainly doesn’t seem that long. I remember vividly our first conversation as though it was yesterday. I remember where we were, what we said, how I felt. Then I realised that I only knew my dad for 23 years. I started to imagine how he must have felt about how quickly the time with us had passed. How it wasn’t enough; that he craved for more, but it was too late. Time was taken away. It may have now been almost 14 long years since dad passed away but I am still sat crying tears of pain and feeling that loss to our family as acutely as ever. I felt the need to revisit this post this morning and to remind people that the pathway that grief takes us on is individual but that there is support out there for those who need a little more support. I benefitted greatly from counselling with a psychiatrist several years after dad’s death and I have seen two more since. The grief for me will never go away and there become points when I need extra ears to listen and advise. This helps me to process the emotions that I am feeling to allow me to continue to breathe and to continue to walk my path.
I should be sleeping, but instead I am crying; salty tears making crooked pathways down my cheeks. I don’t know where this will take me but I feel the need to write so here I am; sat on my phone in the darkness. My dad passed away 12 years ago tomorrow (3rd July).
Every year, I find myself back in my early twenties; I was still a child despite my age. My father’s death was a real awakening into pain and suffering and adulthood; something that my parents had protected me from for so long. I had been so lucky to have a really happy childhood, to be innocent and naive, safe and sheltered. Don’t mistake me, I knew pain and suffering existed and I was so outraged about it that I studied a degree that was focused on preventing poverty and genocide and helping refugees. I thought that I had felt pain, but I hadn’t, not until the loss of my dad.
I love travelling! Hubby and I spent a year in our mid twenties travelling Oceania and North America. I hope that J shares our love for adventure, discovery and new experiences. What’s the problem I hear you ask? Just the teensy weeny issue that I am terrified of flying! I am not exaggerating. I’ve heard of plenty of people who dislike flying or get bored. I am literally so terrified that I have a: find any alternative; avoid at all costs; full on anxiety and for at least a week beforehand style fear.