Tag: writing

A beautiful emotional journey in a book

As many of you know I aspire to be a novelist.  I am writing every day, and dream of a day when it will be my book people will be reviewing.  Writers envy There it is – the green monster…

I took a month off.  A month off blogging and most of social media.  I left my laptop upstairs gathering dust on my desk. The time out from my normal routine led to great perspective and some exciting clarity.  I…

It’s that time again.  A new year and 365 fresh days ahead.  It’s always exciting for me as it is time to choose a word for the year. Seven years ago my life was not good.  In fact it was…

Welcome to my new series.  Once a month I will be interviewing Fabulous Woman from around the world.  The first in the series introduces Christine Webber,  author, psychotherapist, broadcaster and  journalist. I few weeks ago I lost a few days,…

What is contentment?  Is it that elusive feeling on simply being myself? If in doubt consult the dictionary about your Word of the Year I love the dictionary – in years gone by I always had a battered, dog-eared copy…

Three is a magic number.  Or so I am told. I have been having a bit of a tough time lately.  I had two bad falls which set me back a bit.  As I stumbled around the house trying to…

On Tuesday last week I waved my son off on a journey that will propel him into the real world.  I closed the door and burst into tears. I could not really explain the tear. They just came and the…

.  I love my blog, but between one thing and another, I have found myself neglecting www.fabuliciousfifty.com.  Here is a little life update. At first I felt guilty and then I felt upset.  I then sat down to figure out…

A New Year, a New Way

The time between Christmas and New Year excites me.  It may seem odd to some but I just love this week which for me is laced with anticipation. I don’t like New Year’s Eve parties.  The false anticipation that something…

We really need to be conscious of our conversations, especially those we have with ourselves. I used to tell myself, ‘I am broken’.  I felt broken.  My hands were sore, my body ached.  Everything I did took effort. There were…

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