Can't beat your own bed and pillow. I have some labradorite too. My school days were an escape from home - loved being with my friends. I don't find your rambles rubbish, I really look forward to them each day - no, I'm not biased ;) Lay-ers for me, not laires xxx
I loved school.....every part of it....although I know a lot of it is rose-tinted blah blah.....and I was very shy/uncertain/ insecure etc for most of early life...I did OK at school and I view it very positively....and my son only has tattered, sullied, painful experiences of school. Makes me sad. Makes my 5/6, 11, 15 year old me sad. But really, it is my 16 year old me that is hidden away at all times and sneaks out sometimes....cheeky, insecure, flouncy, caring, silly, laughing, two faced, gawky, uncertain, ungainly, 's*d you'.....that is the real me....not nearly 48 year old mortgage payer, sensible job role, mother of fragile, vulnerable boy, weight of world on shoulders me.....its the play badminton sitting down on floor with backs to each other laughing hysterically while Mr C yells apopletically (new word) at us to 'GET UP NOW!!'
Morning Suzanne , that's a big question,where do you resource from? I have huge gaps in my memory , but I'm guessing alot of things come from my 5/6 and 11 year old self .
I am beginning to push out of my comfort zones.
Walking with no coat sounds chilly, I think I was shivering for you on that bit 🥶 glad your still finding hearts
Can't beat your own bed and pillow. I have some labradorite too. My school days were an escape from home - loved being with my friends. I don't find your rambles rubbish, I really look forward to them each day - no, I'm not biased ;) Lay-ers for me, not laires xxx
I loved school.....every part of it....although I know a lot of it is rose-tinted blah blah.....and I was very shy/uncertain/ insecure etc for most of early life...I did OK at school and I view it very positively....and my son only has tattered, sullied, painful experiences of school. Makes me sad. Makes my 5/6, 11, 15 year old me sad. But really, it is my 16 year old me that is hidden away at all times and sneaks out sometimes....cheeky, insecure, flouncy, caring, silly, laughing, two faced, gawky, uncertain, ungainly, 's*d you'.....that is the real me....not nearly 48 year old mortgage payer, sensible job role, mother of fragile, vulnerable boy, weight of world on shoulders me.....its the play badminton sitting down on floor with backs to each other laughing hysterically while Mr C yells apopletically (new word) at us to 'GET UP NOW!!'
That's the real me ;-)
Morning Suzanne , that's a big question,where do you resource from? I have huge gaps in my memory , but I'm guessing alot of things come from my 5/6 and 11 year old self .
I am beginning to push out of my comfort zones.
Walking with no coat sounds chilly, I think I was shivering for you on that bit 🥶 glad your still finding hearts
Glad you had a good day yesterday xx💜💜