Category: Self awareness

Today I saw red. It was the fourth time this week I had to tell someone how to spell my name. My name is spelled Diane with one “n”. It always has been, despite the increasing incidence of people trying to gift me with two. It’s not that hard to spell, like, for example “deceive” or “accommodation” or “you’re”, words that traditionally cause people all sorts of problems. And it’s not like they couldn’t see how I spelled my own name… it was right there on my Facebook and on my email. Is it laziness? Lack of care? Zero attention

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Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a big shopper. I tend to shop for what I need rather than I want, Ozsale impulse buys notwithstanding. And when I do impulse buy, it’s for items that I’ve had my eye on for a while and appear on my shopping radar: leopard booties, tuxedo shirt, pleather leggings, a specific lens for my camera… that sort of thing. Even when I taught marketing and advertising at TAFE, I’d joke with my students that I was an anti-marketer because of my aversion to shopping as a leisure activity. And I certainly don’t

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It’s funny how 24 hours can change your perspective. This post was *not* going to be about kindness. It was going to be about head fuckery (mine), and epiphanies (mine) and calling out bad behaviour (not mine). It was *so* not going to be a kind post. It was going to be a mean and small and revengeful post, albeit an enlightening and highly entertaining one. This post was going to be about as far away from kindness as one could get. But. I’ve been thinking a lot about kindness lately. I’ve been thinking about how kindness touches my soul more than just about

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This post was first published on 5 February, 2014. Given that this week I indulged in post-Christmas shenanigans of the plot twist variety, I still need to work on cultivating my insouciance. I’m happy to report that I’m getting better at it, though. Pfft. Meh. Whatever. Insouciant. Insouciance. I really like this word: how it sounds when I say it, and what the word actually means. It’s French, of course; what other language could manufacture such a linguistically delightful word that has such a cool meaning? I stumbled on this word as I was trying to find the answer to

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I was going to publish this as one post, but it ended up being quite long, so I decided to split it into two parts to make it easier to absorb. But please don’t be depressed: I really only have four major disappointments – interspersed among countless minor ones – in the 50 years I’ve been on this planet. It’s just that I have a lot to say about each of the four biggies… I posted recently that I haven’t had too many regrets in life. They amount to about three: not marrying the rich, lovely, delicious Penola farmer I

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This post was first published on 24 July 2012. Seeing as we’ve just celebrated (?) international Single Awareness Day (iSAD – aka Valentine’s Day), I figured it’s a good time to republish this post. Oh, and I recently updated my relationship status to “runner”. Nostalgia is a wonderful gift. It causes us to view experiences through rose-colored glasses. Things seem to be always better in the past, way back when. Time fades the bad and somehow polishes it into a softer, more conducive and amenable version of the truth. Recently, I’ve been feeling quite nostalgic about the 80s (who am

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A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about why I changed my name. Revisiting the past, which I had to do to explain the aforementioned name change, I was hit (no pun intended) with the realisation that I not only survived what can only be described as a toxic childhood, but managed to thrive as an adult. I’ve heard of other people, who despite similarly dysfunctional families and upbringing, have not been so lucky. Drug and alcohol abuse, addictions, self-harm, criminal activity, even suicide are symptomatic of damaged people who have not successfully made the transition into adulthood. So what’s

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This post was first published on 19 November, 2011. I am more at peace with the concept of work, and now enjoy it for the benefits it gives me. I turned 50 last year, and I still give away my heart a little too easily to unworthy men – some things never change! Dear Me, Wow. You are almost 50. So glad you made it out of the 80s alive, with your brain cells fully intact and no hint of a STD. But wasn’t it an interesting decade? I would say to you though, in order to make those years a little

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Hopefully, you got something out of Part 1 of Very Wise Stuff I Say (that I pinched from other people). This is Part 2. 11. It’s not your job to teach another adult how to behave. ~ Dr Phil I am notorious fixer. And a lifelong educator. This is a bad combination, because I have the uncontrollable urge to educate people who behave badly. And by people, I mean men I have dated. I am getting better at kyboshing this urge because people (and by people, I mean men I have dated) learning their lessons on my time just doesn’t

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This post was first published on 1 August, 2010. Given that I’ve started my half marathon training, it’s timely to look back and see how far I’ve come. Dave would be looking down, smiling to himself and saying: I can’t believe she’s still running! Dave Fitzsimons died on 7 September 2008, from non-Hodgkins lymphoma. Today I walked 5 kilometres to honour his memory. Dave was one of the nicest, warmest, most empathetic human beings I have ever known. I knew him as my manager, a client and my friend. When you talked to him, he made you feel like you

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As regular readers know, I turned 50 this year. I have experienced a lot in these 50 years: love, joy, laughter, wonder, passion, sadness, humility, rejection, awe, embarrassment, pain, fear, anger, betrayal. Feeling each of these experiences has taught me something of life: sometimes things go well, sometimes they don’t. To slightly mangle Dr Seuss’s words: I am stronger than I know, weaker than I think. I am also a bundle of contradictions, wrapped in a shroud of complexity. As we all are. You would think at this age, there isn’t much left to learn. But I am here to

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Anyone who knows me knows I can Talk Some Serious Crap at times. I also Say Some Very Wise Stuff, gleaned from 50 years of observation and experience on this earth. I recently had a request from a colleague friend to document this Very Wise Stuff I Say, so here is Part 1, with attributions where I can find them. These are heuristics – rules of thumb if you will – that help me understand human behaviour and motivation, and our place in the universe. There is a touch of the fatalist in some of these sayings, much of which

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