Decluttering your life can seem like an impossible task at first, but by making lists and plans and sticking to them, it is easily done. When you accomplish smaller tasks, you will feel better and more ready to get on to the next task. Set realistic expectations and you will finish your New year resolution with a big success.
The challenge is: we don’t know how to talk about what we need very well. Especially when it comes to situations where emotions are high, there’s a lot at stake, and it would be a lot easier just to avoid things altogether. That means most of our relationships are not prepared to last.
"What do you do?" – is the most common question people ask us when they meet us for the first time. If your self-worth is tied up into your work it might be a good time to take a little step back and reframe; it's essential to remember that we are NOT defined by our job titles.
You want to feel needed, wanted and loved. You crave that special someone's touch, kiss, and affection hoping that they will love you back as much as you do. And that’s perfectly natural. But what happens when you are in the wrong relationship when everything you do is to please your partner?
“Just get over it already!” “The past is gone!” “Move on!” All the well-wishers might offer you their best advice, but their words hurt. How so? Because the past still haunts you every moment of each day. Are new beginnings even possible?! Is healing could be real when the hurt runs deep? Can we confidently release the pain from the past once and for all and embrace the future? How do we find the strength to “press on”?
Grief becomes a scar on the part of our soul that survives. In a lot of cases, we will probably never completely get over the loss of this person. But there might be elements of good news in that loss. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals correctly—it still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
How do you cope with grief when you lose someone you love? Grief is one of the hardest things we all have to deal with in our life. I’m a man… I put my hands up, and admit I’m a total novice at talking about my feelings.
Have you ever wondered why do we hold on to the past so tightly at times? If it burns we get to take our hands off the stove in that instant, yet why is it so challenging to let go of the experiences that have caused us unthinkable amounts of pain and suffering?
Have you ever begged someone to stay? Like, literally got on the floor and begged? I did that once after I discovered my husband was having an affair. I didn’t beg straight away. First I was angry. I ranted and raged and then I questioned; “Do you love her? Was she better than me? Is she beautiful?” I asked all the crazy things that you want to know when your heart has been broken into a million little pieces.
Trust Interrupted. When someone breaks your trust, betrays you, your first reaction is mild disbelief. Back in 2003, In my first unpublished book, I noted that trust is a precious brick of gold too heavy to place in someones shaking hands… it appeared to be true over the years – I’d give that ‘golden brick of trust’waiting for it to drop, and as all self-fulfilling prophecies = it would come true. Time in and again.
We aren’t born into this world doubting ourselves. We learn to do it. Often in childhood. And it begins with a single planted seed. That seed is often one incidence that makes us feel ‘less than’ or not good enough.
Although normal, resentment is only useful when occurring in the short term. When it persists in the longer term, simmering under the surface, it becomes toxic for the individual experiencing it and also impacts on others they interact with. Like the old saying goes “Resentment is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die”. A bitter person is usually someone who has been swallowing the poison of resentment for too long.
My heart was overwhelmed with love and happiness, and, admittedly, a bit of sadness. I was so happy to know that all of the talking about my grandfather to my son is paying off. He remembers him, and he remembers him fondly. Yet I was sad because I still miss my grandfather every day and I know I always will.
The hot, humid July evening back in 2007 when I discovered I was pregnant was one of the best days of my life. I immediately fell in love with the little person growing inside of me, and I knew that my life would never again be the same. Knowing that I had a part of my husband growing inside of my body only intensified my love for him. I remember gazing at him and imagining the baseball playing, hockey coaching Dad he would become. I couldn't have loved him more. As my pregnancy progressed, things began to change. My husband grew distant and I grew lonely and anxious. I pushed his behavior and my feelings aside as expectant-first-time-parent-jitters.