You are Enough

Today after swimming for forty minutes, I bumped into a school class mate.  I knew I recognised her and called out her name.  She was getting into her big 8 seater, turned around and recognised me straight away.  We started talking and giving a brief catch up about our lives.

It was just the way she said that she’s a single mother of four children.  To me, that is pretty impressive.  Why do people always put themselves down?  Why aren’t we ever happy, with what we have?  Appreciate.  You are enough.  Why do we compare ourselves to others?  Everyone experiences different things, and therefore behave differently.

Or, maybe like something I read on Instagram, it said “This may piss you off: You are where you deserve to be in life.”

I don’t know.  Do you agree with this?



I was walking down a road. With my head held up high. Enjoying the light breeze. The cool air between my toes. I was wearing an open toe sandal. They are my favourite pair. A soft shawl wrapped around my neck, leather jacket and jeans. Just enjoying the moment. Will this moment ever return? I stared straight ahead. My eyes glanced at the metal fence, darted across the pavement, across the road. Cars parked on the verge. A black and white collie dog rang down the pavement on the other side. Whizzing down. The dog caught my eye. It raced past a man. I was still staring at the dog. I didn’t notice a set of eyes watching me. I glanced up. Our eyes met. My first initial response was a smile. The guy was tall, slender. Maroon t shirt, dark baggy jeans. His face, unshaven. Dark eyes. He looked familiar. He smiled. Hello. I can’t remember whether he spoke first or I. Talking across the road as we both walked the opposite directions. How are you? I’m fine thank you and you? Good thanks. The conversation went on like that. He smiled on and I carried on walking.

Another time, I was on the train. I was travelling back from Leeds and jumped on to a train at Derby. I walked carefully down the aisle, counting the seat numbers and looking for my reserved seat. In my seat sat a young man. The table seating of four was jammed with a couple on one side and a young guy on the other.

“Excuse me, is this train going to Sheffield?”

The blonde haired guy replied “Yes, I think so.” He chuckled. He had a lovely accent. I looked at the number above the window which informed which seat was reserved from where. Still looking at him, slightly embarrassed I spoke, “Sorry, this is my seat.”

The guy looked at me, apologised. I thought he was going to stand up instead he shifted towards the window seat, which was reserved for me. No problem. I sat down next to him. His hair was thick, blonde high lights with light brown. His eyes were piercing blue. I couldn’t help it but I wanted to find out where his accent was from. So I casually asked him and he told me he was from Australia. Perth. This made me so excited and intrigued. I love men with Australian accents! We had a really interesting conversation full of laughter, exploring the world, travelling. I sometimes wonder, whether I should have given him my number. He laughed at the way I pronounced a word which, funnily, I can’t remember now. He told me he was a training teacher and has come to see his friend in the UK. He was working for a Cricket place in Sheffield and was visiting his friend in Newcastle. I wonder whether this guy is? I told him, next time he comes round my way, I’ll give him a tour. Not that there is much to see where I live. A middle of no where. We had a nice conversation, and when it was my time to leave, I thanked him for a friendly chat and left.

These are memories of no coincidence. We meet people everyday and we always pass each other. Makes me wonder if we will ever meet again. I would like to.




Why is it when we get rejected we feel so much pain? It’s like to losing an arm or a limb. We blame ourselves what has happened. I have a theory. You go through two phases. One phase, you get redirected and believe for a moment that you are better off without that ‘particular’ person. You generalise and believe it (by repeating it to your self like a mantra) that you are better without.

Phase two, you keep doing it again. Keep on getting rejected. It could be by the opposite gender. It could be a job interview. It could be many things. You just keep doing it again. Like a lesson which has been unlearned. Until you have learnt the lesson.

You just can’t win. Why can’t we see the bigger picture?

Be free

The concept of separating from someone should be like freedom. Being free. In society women are not meant to be seen as a divorced person. It’s not accepted in today’s day. No parent want their child to go through this. As hard and difficult it is to get married, it’s just as hard to end a marriage. It’s a barrier that needs to be reached and to get there, everyone who love you, are stopping you. Relationships are very interesting things. Behaviour of people is a very interesting matter as well. You can be friendly to someone and someone can read it as the wrong way. Everything has an innuendo. Keep away from it all if you can. 

I am a survivor

After two hours of sleep I wake up with the urge to listen to the song called “Survivor” by Destinys Child. The lyrics are amazing. When I was released I loved it but didn’t quite understand it. If you have never been through pain in a long term relationship how are you meant to know?! It’s full of positivity, such a great outlook. Not that I need this song, it’s a little reminder to us ladies that you know you’re going to be okay. Girl power! Woman up! 


Why we love men we cant have (or women)..

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There are many reasons for this. It is all down to our decision making, fate and when we meet people. The route we choose or in some cases go with the flow. You meet people. You admire people. Or you fall in love. Unexpectedly. Love is a tangible subject. I don’t believe in love. Love is something that grows from trust and respect.

Someone told me if you are lucky, you can fall in love twice. I have no idea. I thought I knew what it is.

Go back to the title. Reasons why we fall in love with people we can’t have is usually down to that fact that they are very famous and you see them in films. It is not reality.

You desire more. What you have is not enough.

It is temptation.

Horror films

i love horror films. Since I’ve lost my horror film partner I can’t seem to watch any on my own. I recently borrowed ‘woman in black: angel of death’ the second one and today I have tried three attempts to watch it alone. It complete nightmare because I am sh*tting myself. Pooping my pants. I knew I should have borrowed “john wick” action movie starring Keanu Reeves, from the library!

Evil has two faces…

When someone asks you to describe how does the devil look like or the grim keeper? The automatic response is a man with a skull face, and long dark cloak and a long sharp weapon, a farmers scythe … The point is I think the devil comes dressed like you and I in normal clothing. You never know when or who will take you, destroy you or  torture you, abuse you. You just don’t know.