A big thank you for those who took time to like my last post. It is not easy for me to expose myself. There are parts of me that wish I didn’t have to put myself out there. There was a time in my life when I did not know what ‘joy’ felt like. Of course I experienced happy moments but when I was asked to recapture a feeling of joy, I just couldn’t do it. Nowadays my life is so joyful and I would be quite happy to fill my days with the simple things of life … but I know that there is more to this last part of my journey than that. Never before have I experienced the strong daily promptings that remind me of the vast life experiences which have left me with a strong sense of purpose. My writing and speaking are an integral part of that and to be still relevant in the corporate space is such an unexpected joy.
As part of the writing course that I have undertaken, I have been given the task of building a platform. Gone are the days in the nineties when all I had to do was send my manuscripts to the publisher and apart from several layers of editing, they would do the rest and I could just enjoy the thrill of seeing my books on shelves, oh and receive the occasional royalty cheques. How things have changed. Now it seems the publisher wants to know what kind of a platform you have; how many Social Media contacts you engage with and how you are putting yourself out there. This is the aspect of writing that daunts me.
During this week I had one of those days that was imbued with self doubt. Was I really in line with my purpose? My days have been crowded with a project which has been particularly challenging. As often is the case on such occasions, I sent my question out there and several things happened. One occurred as I was waiting for my hair to be cut. The woman next to me struck up a conversation that was particularly pertinent. She had been struggling with severe post traumatic stress disorder following a gang rape she had experienced several years before. The hairdresser told her about my book and she was really interested. To cut a long story short, she felt that we were meant to meet on that day and thanked me for the conversation which she found helpful. She also purchased my book. Continue reading

Several years ago, my daughter taught me a valuable lesson.. In her own way she made me look at my own authenticity. I had been asked to speak to a group of professional women at a breakfast in Brisbane. My husband was in a palliative care ward and we knew that his time was swiftly running out, but I had made a commitment and I do not take commitments lightly.
What was I thinking? As a kid I would climb trees and I spent a great deal of my time on the roof, even climbing down the chimney to find out how Father Christmas did it. These days I only have to climb a few steps up the ladder, or peer over the balcony of a two storeyed building, to experience the spinning sensation of vertigo, yet one of my grandchildren told me once that I was ‘invincible’ and that is a lot to live up to.
Another amazing month has passed and I can’t help reflect on the difference I am feeling compared to this time last year when I felt that I was just marking time. As I review my previous blogs, I remember how hard I tried to forge past the grief of losing a loved one and all the baggage that comes attached. I felt like I would never feel normal again and then one day I woke up and found that I did feel different. I had lost that awful gnawing feeling that those who have suffered depression are familiar with and was now able to view my life with more hope and an ambition to make the most of whatever life I had left.
At last my new website is up and I had my first lesson in inserting my own blogs. It feels like my first day at school!


