Self-Esteem
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The Lost Voice
You might not believe this, but I assure you it’s the truth – one of my greatest fears is the sharing of my voice. You would have thought with the amount of presenting and teaching that I’ve done, I would have pushed past that fear. And certainly those that have seen me teach my classes, deliver my lectures, present my conference papers, have always commented on how assured I seem – how confident and comfortable. I don’t tell them that beneath the desk my legs were trembling so much that if I’d been asked to walk across the room to dim the lights, I’d have collapsed. The frustrating thing is,…
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I See You
This is for you, dear one, for when you feel rejected, unappreciated, unseen. For all those times when you feel like your light has been overlooked, your specialness unacknowledged, your worth ignored. These words are here to remind you that you, my sweet, are luminous, cherished, and yes, loved – loved beyond all measure. Shine, baby girl. Shine! For too long now you’ve been content to live in the shadows sitting in the back row, blending into the background, believing that this was where you belonged. But you were meant for so much more. Your voice which you keep so small and contained, barely breaking above a whisper, was made…
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A Blog of My Own
I’m considering a redesign. Another one. My inner critic is having a field day. She’s saying, ‘See! I told you that you were flighty! I told you that you can’t stick to anything, not even a website design! Honestly, if you change it now, everyone is going to see you for what you are – an inconsistent flake that can’t even commit to a colour palate.’ I’m currently tranquillising her with Earl Grey tea. I think it’s working… for the moment, at least. So yes, I’m thinking about a website redesign. I liked this one when I created it and I felt at the time that it was right for…
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Why I Write Morning Pages
I write morning pages. Every morning without fail. Even when I recently had a pressing engagement through in Glasgow that required I leave the house at 5.30 (with 3 fed, washed & dressed children), I was up at 4.15 in the still quiet of the early morning dark, writing my three A4 pages of longhand stream of consciousness. My pen travelled fluidly across the lined paper and I struggled to keep my eyes open. A part of me is surprised at myself. I didn’t know I had it in me to be so dedicated to a practice. Give me a challenge, set me a target and I will respond with…
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We Are Never Not Broken
Last week I asked you, sweet reader, what would happen if you discovered how contradictory I am in myself? How would it affect your opinion of me if I revealed the inconsistency of my many selves? This is something I have struggled with for such a long long time. I thought that I needed to present a whole, coherent self to the universe. One that was legible and complete and comprehensive. One that made sense. One that appealed! In these days of online business and monetized blogs, our persona has become our business. We are our personal brands. And so, necessarily, if I wish to follow this route, I must…
