Confession time. I am going through what Brené Brown calls a midlife unravelling. No, it’s not a midlife crisis. It’s not a mental health collapse, either, although it feels like it. It’s an undoing. An uncontrolled and uncontrollable breakdown of what has been assumed and is assumed. What was certain is not. What seems to be reality is actually a foundation of quicksand. It’s a curious No Man’s Land of stripped back limbo where I’m questioning my decisions, and the preceding groundwork and reality on which I have based those decisions.
Continue reading...We live in a world that’s more connected than ever. Our voices are heard loud and clear; we can speak about any topic we like (or don’t) on any number of platforms. Our opinions and views are instantly global. Thanks to platforms like Twitter, Google+, Instagram and new kid on the block Pinterest, we can intersect with people all over the world and build relationships with them. A bit like instant pen pals, really. Take Twitter for example. I tweet regularly with people from the UK (@naturalgrump and @changecontinuum, I’m looking at you!). I found these wonderful people via timeline
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