The professional athlete I respect the most has to be Sir Mo Farah.

One of Britains most celebrated track athletes. I respect him, not only for his athletic achievements, but also for his strength, resilience, and spirit with reference to his childhood traumas.

A truly remarkable man.

How do I relax?

Potter in my garden: weather dependant…always raining in Wales!

Reading: migraine dependant.

Make Love: hormone dependant.

Spend time with family: I don’t have any.

Chill out with friends: they are all bloody married and busy with hubby.

Go on holiday: no one to go with.

Cooking: would love to cook for others, not just for myself.

Painting: keeps me from my bed for days.

Writing my memoir: emotionally draining.

So, what do I do to relax? Jump in the hot tub with a glass of wine 🫧🫧🍷😍

I cannot answer this question 🤔.

There are many words that I use regularly that I would rather not use, but I don’t think I can give up any of them at the moment. They are relevant. So I won’t bore you with my endless list.

So, it’s not a matter of giving up one word, it’s more about not having the need to use a specific ‘word‘.

If that makes any sense? 🤔🤪

Am I holding a grudge? No

I have experienced some awful traumas in my life.

But do I hold a grudge? No

I was the victim, they were the perpetrators.

Do I hold a grudge? No

You cannot heal if you hold a grudge.

So, No, I do not hold a grudge.

I am a survivor, I am healing.

That’s because I don’t hold a grudge.

Well, that’s my thoughts 🤔

I was 23yrs old when I first traveled abroad, the first time I had been on an aeroplane. My son was 10 months old. Wow, it was a long and tumultuous flight. We departed from London Heathrow to Sydney, Australia. It wasn’t a direct flight, I don’t think there was a direct flight then, not sure if there is one now.

We had two refuelling stops en route; Singapore and India.

Having never flown before I didn’t know or had experienced turbulence. WOW…my son was thrown out of his cot and hit the ceiling of the aeroplane. The flight crew looked terrified, there were numerous passengers praying in the aisles. I myself, was laughing…hysterically!

The journey, overall, took over forty hours.

I was laughing hysterically because I was terrified.

But, I have flown again many times since 🤗.

🤔 NOTHING!!! Tears, but not of joy.

Why do I blog?

I am relatively new to this blogging. I’m not entirely sure why I blog 🤔. But it is a platform to express one’s thoughts, ideas, passions, and it enables me to speak, divulge my feelings etc. quite freely.

But more importantly, I enjoy, intrigued, and love to read other peoples blogs. I have learnt so much.

It has opened up my world of thoughts 🤗. It has given me ‘hope’ in mankind.

Every morning, when I awake, I sit in my garden with a freshly brewed mug of tea. I reflect on the previous day. I inspect my garden plants and I’m always in awe of how beautiful nature is.

Every day I write in my journal/diary; my thoughts, feelings, observations, happenings…everything. That is something I’ve done since I was a very young child. I couldn’t imagine not doing that 😱, definitely a daily habit!