Love, hope, dreams. Sometimes I wonder if we’re all dreaming and hoping for the impossible. Sometimes I feel like we’re casting the fishing lines into the sea, when the fish will bite the lines and tug so strongly that they’ll tug us over the cliff and land us on the rocks in the sea below. I often wonder ‘is it possible‘. Sometimes I believe. Sometimes I keep on believing in hope, in love, in laughter, in light. In living a life beyond your/my wildest imaginations. One hundred and fifty four. You can find love. With others. With yourself. With the world. Continue reading “One Hundred and Fifty Four: You can find love, yes, you (reblog)”
One Hundred and Fifty Two. I tried to write a 152nd reason. My original reason – the pictures of Masca which I can’t upload – can be viewed here (please do check it out and make the hour I spent making it look presentable worth it). 152. Keep trying. If at first you don’t succeed, blast off! The cliffs are, the cliffs. At a distance it’s difficult to see just how awesome and amazing they are. Especially because they look so small. When you come near you see how impossible it is to take a picture as they tower above you. There were a load of boats sailing (rowing/motoring?) along as we came near. A couple were pulled into the harbour. I wonder if there’s any way of seeing the beauty other than from sea.
So long as there’s life, there’s hope.
Today is the last day I can date something as 2018. It’s the end of 2018 and nearly 2019. I was trying to think of a title for this reason. The end of a year. Living through a year. Reaching a new year. It’s all of it. Everything. It’s the end of another year. I find it weird to be here at the end of a year. The last day of 2018. The last day of a year. I find it hard to believe that an entire year has passed. Didn’t I just write my goals for 2018? Oh gosh, I just looked at that post to link it, and here’s what I wrote: Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty Eight: Moving forward”
This post is a reblog. Never stop believing in yourself. For you can. You will. End of story. Continue reading “One Hundred and Forty: Never Stop Believing In Yourself (reblog)”
Two years. Two years sounds so long. And so short. It’s been exactly that. Two years. Since I chose to give life a go. Two years that have gone by really fast and really slowly at the same time. Continue reading “One Hundred and Thirty Five: Two Years”
It’s nearing 2 years. Since I promised to give life a go. In the past year we have posted 130 reasons so far. Thank you Tamara, Hadas, Ricky, Dan and Sharon for posting your reasons. My goal for the 19th of October 2019 is to have 250 reason posts. Meaning a reason every 3 days or so. I can’t do that on my own and would love your help getting there. If you are happy to post a reason on my blog- be it just the once, or be it however often you want – like (bi)monthly/(bi)weekly, please be in touch!
The world’s been looking like a really dark place to me recently. I’ll share what I wrote this morning depicting the darkness at the end of this post. Yet somehow it’s not as dark at the moment.
The world hurts at the moment. I’m in tears, feeling really alone- which I pretty much am. Tired of trying and just want a break.
Yet I’m grateful. That I can cry. That I can let myself cry.
It takes only a second. We’ve many moments in life. Each and every moment can be awesome. Thank you Kate for sharing this Continue reading “One Hundred and Twenty Six: It Takes Only a Second (reblog)”
123 (I love that number!) Grounding exercises. I often spiral or find myself anywhere but the present. I’ve come across some random/cool exercises that could be useful.
One Hundred and Eighteen. I hate you – don’t leave me. Book reviews anyone? Continue reading “One Hundred and Eighteen: I Hate You – Don’t Leave Me”
I just saw this poem attributed to Dee Groberg. It’s exactly what I needed to hear at this moment in time.
Get up. And win that race. Life is one of tripping. Stumbling. Falling. We can choose, every single moment in time, whether to say in the mud, or whether to get up – and win that race. Continue reading “Ninety Nine: Get up and win that race”
I had a different ninety seventh reason originally – shoes. I just haven’t had the time to write it up. And a ninety eighth reason – some cool stuff I saw. This would probably be the ninety ninth. Wahoo!!!!! I’m really near ONE HUNDRED. Continue reading “Ninety Seven: Stating what I want”
Anything can be turned into art. Ninety Six.