Something I figured out quite late in life, at 56 years old, is that doing what is good for me can really be pleasant and valuable. Yesterday I referred to the gremlin that sits on my shoulder and scoffs at me, well it is related to Kill-Joy, the saboteur, which makes everything as difficult as … Continue reading Doing what is good for yourself.
If you have followed me in the past you would have noticed that I haven’t blogged for over a year. There are two main reasons. The first is quite simple and I think that many of you would relate to this. I got caught up by being a perfectionist. The blog is too short, it’s […]
Finding myself unfit for hiking and activities needing agility didn’t come upon me out of the blue, like my cancer did. It crept up so insidiously it conned me into thinking I had more time. Yet there was a point, three years ago, when had I recognised that I was in poor condition. I had … Continue reading Finding my fitness.