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Hysteria, it’s not funny on HRT or How do you change a life?

5 Jan

At the beginning of 2011 I started my journal for the year with a question to myself which I’ve asked many times over the years previously but this time thought that it warranted a little more effort and thought to answer than I had previously applied.

The question was ‘how do you change a life?’  As the year progressed and I worked my way through 2011 and my journal I discovered three insights that have helped me to understand the question and it’s possible answer a little more. Before I share the answer with you though I thought I’d share a little story. (more…)

Focus, that’s what needed to make an impact!

31 Oct

People arriving at my little bit of the blogosphere could be forgiven for being completely confused about what it is I’m doing when I’m writing here.  I flit about from subject to subject, sometimes I’m thinking business, sometimes I’m thinking LinkedIn and networking and sometimes I’m just plain ‘Linda’, thinking almost and sharing a few of the oddities that sometimes strike me when I’m doing nothing in particular. (more…)

Days of wine and roses

1 Sep

Do you ever remember your mother, father or some other person telling you that childhood is the happiest time of your life?  If you don’t, you’re lucky as I was told this for as long as I can remember and like every other child I could never see what they meant.  I just wished to be older so that I could do all the things I thought I’d be able to do. (more…)

A letter to myself

27 Aug

Dearest Linda

I’ve been meaning to send this letter for some time and as usual haven’t managed to fit into the busy schedule we both seem to have.  It’s meant to be one of those letters that is full of truth and meaning, but which in reality is full of trite stuff and nonsense that you will probably ignore, as you continue to work your own merry way through life. (more…)

The mysterious art of building

26 Apr

I’ve finally admitted that there is something I don’t understand and never will.  It’s building and the construction industry in general.

Everyday I sit and watch the building opposite going up.  It’s going be an exclusive and luxury development (apparently) comprising offices and apartments at the head of what will be Queen Mother Square in Poundbury.  It’s been going up since before I moved here, almost two years ago and I’m amazed at how slowly builders work.

But what amazes me even more and has finally had me admitting I don’t know something is why they keep having to dig up the same trench on the building site all the time.  This particular trench has been dug and filled in seven times since the beginning of January.  Now, I can sort of understand it with roadworks, they have to earn their money somehow don’t they; but this is on a building site, why don’t they just dig it, cover it and then add the next bit of piping then cover it again …. and finally fill it in, put the membrane down and then level it all ready for completion when they have finished adding pipe to it?

You see, I obviously don’t understand building or how they plan do I?  There must be some mysterious ‘thing’ that only builders know, that I can’t possibly comprehend.

Missed Again

22 Feb

2010 has got off to a flying start, evidenced by the fact that I haven’t actually updated my blog since December 29th ….. Now that’s naughty and something that I keep telling my clients off for doing too.  Not that I’m too worried about it here because this is my private and personal space, this is the part of the web that’s just for me and isn’t about driving traffic or business to any of the pies I get my fingers into.  At least that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

But, in mitigation m’lud, I have been blogging with a vengeance (just not here) and the blogoshere is awash with my meanderings and musings.  But I’m aware that in order to keep this healthy, I need to keep working at it.

Just as a by product though I thought I’d introduce a new word of the day – ‘frustration’ …. that is the frustration that happens when you are babysitting your cousins three children for the weekend with no idea of what you are letting yourself in for.  It was quite an experience, and although we didn’t have any accidents or tantrums (not that I’d spot one a mile off) I’m not sure I’ll put myself in the firing line again.  Sorry Catriona :-)

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