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“New Year, New You Blah Blah Blah..”
This post may come across as cynical but my intention is to give you a hope that goes beyond January 1st. “A New Year, a new me”- signed the complacent optimist “A new year, a new me” is the favoured slogan in this season and whilst it’s optimistic it is awfully idealistic. I was once…
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Drowning…
I looked into my archive and found this timely piece and so I thought to post it as a word of encouragement to whoever may need it. We like to paint smiles on our faces and suffer in silence when the truth is everyone has moments when they feel as though the ocean of life…
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Thou Shall Get Off The Boat Before The Storm….
This is the last in “The Emancipation” series. This one is short but I hope powerful. Imagine you are on a boat and you haven’t rowed too far from the shore. Now imagine it started raining but you thought the rain would subside and so you continued to row your boat gently down the…
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Thou Shall Wave Good Bye to Rock Bottom…
This is the second part to my three part blog post which I have entitled The Emancipation Series . Part One discussed the importance of spring cleaning your house i.e your life by trashing the old and embracing the new (Read it here http://thepromisciouspen.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/thou-shall-keep-thy-house-in-order/) however, this article hones in on never becoming so low that you…
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Thou Shall Keep Thy House In Order…
I read something funny this evening (ok it may not be funny but I did snigger at the statement). It read, “what a lovely winter we are having this spring”. I know the weather has been pitiful and you may think the phrase “spring clean” far too premature but guys spring is here (LOL) and…
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Naked
N A K E D na·ked/ˈnākid/Adjective: (of a person or part of the body) Without clothes. (of an object) Without the usual covering or protection: “a naked bulb”; “each man was carrying a naked sword”. Synonyms:bare – bald – undressed – unclad – open . I want to be naked. I want to be…
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A Fridge Full of Yesterdays
Every time this is read, whether out loud or in your head remember that yesterday is dead. Hello my name is today and this is my virtual pen letter to all the delicate hearts that have preserved their pasts in the fridge called life. Like food gone unchecked your ‘yesterday’ rots and then reeks, before eventually…