Tag: acceptance
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shame
In 1989, there was this song by Johnny Diesel and The Injectors called Crying Shame. It’s a catchy tune sung with a twangy throaty Aussie drawl coupled with simple lyrics and a repetitive chorus. The song depicts how he struggles with a mistake that only he can blame himself for. No one else to blame,…
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happiness
Happiness can manifest in various forms and more often than not, is unique for each person. It might be seen as a genuine smile lighting up a face, eyes sparkling with contentment and a body that carries itself with confidence and a spring in your step. It’s reflected in relaxed body language, a carefree demeanour,…
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maintenance
Throughout my deep dive journey on how to optimise my next chapter in life as a marvellous middle-aged mofo, I have come across much of the same information regurgitating the same themes. Here is what I have found…it all leads to the maintenance of our body, in particular, movement, sleep and gut-health. They are separate…
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pursuit
Just like the moon and the sun who are constantly pursuing each other yet never somehow able to shorten the distance between the two, I viewed getting old as the same. Both the sun and moon know the distance will never be reduced and they are content with the knowledge of that. Age happened to…
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mindset
Women ageing is a beautiful and complex journey marked by growth, wisdom, and resilience. If we can alter our perspective on ageing and accept it rather than dread, then we become more open to the idea of it being a privilege. As women age, we experience numerous physical changes all while navigating various life transitions,…
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ageing
Ageing. The word conjures up numerous images of slow old men and women wrapped loosely in transparent saggy skin, deep cavernous wrinkles etched into the face, milky unseeing eyes, warped bulbous knuckles housing crooked fingers bowed from arthritis, and a sparse covering of thinning grey hair atop their age-spotted scalps. These visions come from a…
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pegs
Growing up in a blended family was tough and had numerous challenges. Although there were so many bad times, they were peppered with good times; choosing to remember the positive moments is how my brain is wired. When I stop and think about how diverse my brothers were and the step sisters, it makes me…
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