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‘Lazy Days’ ⁉️🤷‍♀️

Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

🤦‍♀️ This question doesn’t make sense to me 🤷‍♀️. What is lazy?

I never have a lazy day! No matter what I’m doing, or not doing….it’s never lazy. When rested I’m still productive. When I sleep, I dream…my mind is productive. Is reading a book, or watching a film..blah blah…regarded as lazy? Is that a restful pastime, productive, or unproductive? Is it lazy?

I am totally discombobulated! 😂😂

‘Hmmm…Me’

When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?

When I think of the word “successful” 🤔

Who?🤔

Ummm…ummm…🤔

Well, it’s certainly not my parents!

It really depends on what you define as ‘successful’ ?🤔

So, I’m going to say…ME! 🤗

‘Good Neighbour’

What makes a good neighbor?

What makes a good neighbour?

This is an easy one to answer…I have absolutely no idea. 🤔

Born in England, I moved house 48 times during my childhood. Therefore, I didn’t really get to know my neighbours. At 16yrs of age, I moved to Wales. Wow…I’d only gone 50 miles from Bristol (England) to Cardiff (Wales). I was an Alien 👽!!!

Anyway, I’ve been in my current home for nearly six years now. I’ve had one conversation with my immediate neighbour. I live in a city where they/we look after our selves.

I’m now an honorary Welsh person, as I’m told.

What makes a good neighbour? I still have no idea 🤔.

What could I try?🤔

What could you try for the first time?

I would love to go up in a hot air balloon. Float around and enjoy panoramic views of the landscape. It somehow, feels quite romantic. ❤️

I have done a lot of scuba diving in the past, in various locations around the world. But the deepest I have dived is 45 metres. I would like to explore some of the more remote and deeper parts of the ocean.

Therefore, I could delve deeper in our oceans in a fully submersible glass submarine. How wonderful! 🤗❤️

‘Procrastination’

What have you been putting off doing? Why?

What have I been putting off doing? Why?

I have been ducking and diving from the pages scattered across my desk for months. Ok, years!. Well, they’re not scattered, I’m a bit OCD, so neatly arranged on my desk.

I look at this beautiful stack of A4 sheets of paper every day (old school) knowing I just need to complete the final chapter. I am referring to my memoir.

I’ve had to look deeply within myself as to why I can’t seem to write the final pages. After much soul searching, and a couple of red wines (it helps sometimes), I have come to the realisation that I fear failure, rejection (not the book, but me), misinterpretation, and questioning myself as to whether I have omitted relevant information. But more importantly…..I will be revealing my truths, my life, and my vulnerabilities 😱.

If I complete it…What would I do next?

Well, I have got a bloody big pile of ironing to do 🤔.

‘Grown up’

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

When was the first time I felt like a grown up?

Hmmm…my answer to that would be;

If I’ve never felt like a child, how would I know when I felt like a grown up?🤔🤷‍♀️