They say that money can’t buy happiness… well, I am sorry, but it CAN!

I have, as they say in Liverpool, been on the bones of my arse…  more than once.

In the past, I have been so skint that I owned just one pair of second-hand shoes (which were falling to pieces), and could only afford to feed my young children on fish fingers and baked beans from the cheapest supermarket. I had debtors calling on the phone at all hours and drove cars that others would have scrapped in an instant (one in particular, which cost me £50, had the driver’s seat wedged in place with a tree stump). And yes, this was in what is considered to be a wealthy country, so you can see how much I had messed up in order to reach that point! Read more

Make your goals visible and colourful, and engage with them every day!

My positivity board is fixed to the wall in my cozy little office, as a colourful reminder of some of my hopes, dreams, and intentions. When I created it, I was focusing on the main things that were on my mind at that time, but I now feel that I need an additional board, covering two other goals that are highly important to me. I am going to start collecting relevant images, words, and phrases this weekend.

To some, it might all just seem to be a bit of silly stuff… childish, even, especially for someone in her 60’s. Well, all I can say is that the board always gives me a little buzz of pleasure, when I turn slightly in my chair to gaze upon the cheerful images and messages… some of which have actually become a reality in my life. Read more

I hate the effort and sweat of fitness training (and everything else, come to think of it) – until I have finished!

Last night I put myself through 45 minutes of circuit training, followed by 60 minutes of kickboxing fitness training (it was a killer session). I really wanted to shout at the instructor (who just so happens to be my eldest daughter), “RIGHT, lady – I’ve just about had enough of this! I am 61 you know – don’t you think you are being ridiculously unreasonable in your demands?”, and slope miserably off to the sidelines. In my fantasy world, that’s exactly what I did do; in the real world, I gritted my teeth and kept going. And although I can still feel every inch of it in so many muscles, I can also feel the underlying benefit. I know for sure that I will force myself through several more sessions this coming week, too… and the week after that, etc, etc.

Late this morning I sat in front of my laptop, and couldn’t think of a single thing to write about. NCIS was on the TV, in the background, and I suddenly remembered that I wanted to check out my American cousin’s eBay site, to see how it is doing, and whether or not it is worth giving it another go myself (I decided that it isn’t). I considered going into the kitchen to get something else to eat, and wondered if I needed another cup of tea or not… and all the while, an insistent, uneasy guilt was nagging away at me: “you’re supposed to be writing today, and developing other aspects of your business – remember?”. I did remember, but procrastinating was a whole lot easier than making myself actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). Obviously, I did eventually start… by writing about my own resistance, and the desire to avoid effort at all costs! Read more