The Saturday Sesh #13

img_2899Welcome to week 13 of #thesatsesh and despite my kitchen becoming mainly brick dust, working more than a zillion hours this week (and a school trip this Saturday ūüôā the week picked up, mainly thanks to my son getting a fabulous award in his celebration assembly. We were invited to attend this morning and I was lucky that my employer found cover for me at a moments notice, so I could be the proud Mamma as my son collected his certificate and shook the hands of his Headmistress. It always surprises me how emotional I am when it comes to his achievements – ¬†I just melt, which is odd for me as usually I’m extremely non-sentimental and ultimately lack any emotional response to most situations.

As always this week Hayley has picked her¬†featured blogger¬†so you can click the link and check out her choice, but not before reading about mine. Week 12 was competitive and I had many options – I went for Kel’s post from¬†School Shop Run¬†who wrote about the price tag thats attached to Christmas adverts. I have say it isn’t something that I have ever thought about, and I am a lover of John Lewis at Home…the shopping aisles are like a little bit of home style heaven…but then Kel but a spin on the ‘cost of Christmas’ and I have say it made me think about where I shop and how we respond to Christmas advertising… the challenge to be no.1 is verging on desperate and perhaps monetising Christmas takes something from the true message of the festival? I’m not sure I’ve fully made my mind up on the dilemma but I totally recommend clicking the link above and reading this bloggers review, she has a unique way of breaking down issues and Kel from School shop Run is someone I’ll look forward to reading again.

If you are joining us for week thirteen, please follow the rules, Hayley and myself will be approaching blogger that rule break, it really isn’t okay to link and run…commenting is essential and badging up is good linky practice. If you have joined us and haven’t received the comments you should have, please let us know.

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  • Link up¬†You can link up to 2 posts, old or new
  • Grab a badge¬†Please do add #thesatsesh badge. You can do this by copying and pasting the badge code into the text/HTML area of your post within your publishing platform and its located in my side bar for your ease.
  • Tweet¬†Share your posts on Twitter using the linky hashtag¬†#thesatsesh¬†and tag us in for retweets @fridgesays @mummy_mindful. Follow us if you don’t already please.
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  • Following the rules means you may qualify for our featured blogger¬†announced weekly, plus this linky is run by school teachers so detention for anyone that doesn’t.¬†

OPTIONAL EXTRA:¬†Come and play in our IG community by using #thesatsesh for photos of your weekend or perhaps connected to a post you’ve linked. Follow us on Instagram @fridgesays and @mission_mindfulness_blog and we will keep up to date and follow you back.

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Never be a prisoner of your past, it was just a lesson not a life sentence

I’m not sure who this quote is by, but it seems to have a Hindu / Urdu meaning and this just makes it even cooler for me. 

We blame ourselves for past behaviours, but actually no matter how poorly we behaved, we did it in the moment with little thought of the repercussions. Many of the things we do as humans are often unkind (seriously take a look at the rate we are destroying planet earth) and yet we are also unaware of the how our behaviour both positive and negative can have on others. I once saw a girl in my school and asked if she was ok. I wasn’t particularly worried about her, but she didn’t look herself, it was a thirty second conversation. Several days later I found out through her form tutor that she had opened up about our brief conversation, until I had noticed she had felt totally unloved and disregarded…this time my words healed. I had no idea. 

I also can remember a time I allowed a man in my life to make me feel small, insignificant and he totally discounted my feelings and my heart. Luckily I later realised he wasn’t worthy of my time, love or energy. Sadly, he was probably reflecting his own faults on me and I allowed this. He had no idea. 

What’s my point? It’s that we totally underestimate the power of words, actions and our daily vibrations that we put out to the world, not just negative but also positive. We harber events in our lives and hold on to them for too long. Turning our minds in to lost property boxes full of ‘could have, should have’ regrets and empty promises. 

Life really is a journey and one that we are so blessed to take. Some of us experience horrendous things that others couldn’t imagine…but that doesn’t make us hideous, it was just events of that moment in time, lessons not life sentences.So how do we stop this cycle of hurt? unlike a prison sentence we learn from them.

  •  I will never let a man or woman make me feel anything other than fabulous. 
  • I will never underestimate the power of asking someone if they are ok 
  • I will always take the time to listen to their responses – this is living and inturn enhances our positive vibration. 

Each day as I work towards being kinder to my family and friends I also need to be kinder to me. Perhaps I didn’t react the way I’d liked in any given situation the day before, may be I wasn’t the best me I could be. This isn’t a life sentence. This is me and all I am required to do is live better each day and not repeat the same mistakes once I’ve recognised them, which sounds easier than actioned, So be kind to you today and let the past go, it might just be your ‘get out of jail free card’ to a better quality of life.  

The Saturday Sesh #12

Welcome to another link up with #thesatsesh crew. I have to say this week was slightly gentler on my soul, but sadly my heart was cracked with a close family bereavement. However, one blessing that grief does give you is the privilege of knowing that person. She was a huge character in our family and although she will be dearly missed, I know this means she was dearly treasured and loved…thats a good life.

My featured blogger for this week is Mac from¬†reflections from me¬†click the link and read all about her dilemma of putting her children lives on social media. As a online writer and in my day job working with vulnerable children and child protection, this is an issue close to my heart. Like Mac, I too have come to my own conclusion. I’m not sure there is an answer for all, but for each blog ‘style’ and personality behind the blog I think we all draw conclusions that are right for us. Hayley from¬†Mission Mindfulness¬†has also picked a featured blogger and its a seriously good choice. *Mac, please grab a featured blogger badge from my sidebar, we loved your post….and for everyone else lets click the blue badge at the bottom of this post to link and love ūüôā Thanks to all of our regular bloggers for returning, you are never taken for granted.

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  • Link up¬†You can link up to 2 posts, old or new
  • Grab a badge¬†Please do add #thesatsesh badge. You can do this by copying and pasting the badge code into the text/HTML area of your post within your publishing platform and its located in my side bar for your ease. Also you will n
  • Tweet¬†Share your posts on Twitter using the linky hashtag¬†#thesatsesh¬†and tag us in for retweets @fridgesays @mummy_mindful. Follow us if you don’t already please.
  • Comment¬†sit back, relax (its the weekend after all). Please use #thesatsesh and in usual linky etiquette¬†comment on each of the hosts posts,¬†mine and Hayleys,¬†the post before and after yours.¬†If you comment on more, that would be wonderful but FOUR is more than enough
  • Following the rules means you may qualify for our featured blogger¬†announced weekly, plus this linky is run by school teachers so detention for anyone that doesn’t.¬†

OPTIONAL EXTRA:¬†Come and play in our IG community by using #thesatsesh for photos of your weekend or perhaps connected to a post you’ve linked. Follow us on Instagram @fridgesays and @mission_mindfulness_blog and we will keep up to date and follow you back.

Example is Leadership #1 The old man at the bus stop

A new series with an Introduction to click and read which will hopefully clarify why I am writing about my role models.

I probably should begin with a superstar or a more relatable character, I should also probably have picked someone in my own life who’s name I can recall…alas I have always been a limited edition crayon in the box and have decided to pick The man at the bus stop.

It was around 1998-1999 and I was studying for my A levels, I usually caught a lift with a friend of mine who was on similar courses to me, however as luck would have it there were a couple of occasions when our timetables didn’t synchronise and I would have to get the bus alone. The late nineties were also a time when the walkman was dead, the iPod not yet invented and the mobile phone was a brick…so I usually had on me my CD player for company (for some reason electric devices make us humans feel less alone?), now the CD player for your ‘on the go’ listening needs was, well also crap and you had to hold the player flat so the CD could spin around without skipping. At the bus stop was an old man and he made a joke about my CD player and the fact that it was frustrating me. Raised well, I promptly placed the crap device in my ‘record bag’ (oh the irony) and chatted to him. He explained that he was getting the same bus as me, as on a Thursday he always went to the local day centre. He gets fed for a fiver and basically loves attention from all the ladies. He lived in the elderly peoples home opposite the bus stop and over the coming weeks I would look forward to our chats. At the time I did know his name and he would greet me with “Good morning, I love Lucy” a reference to a black and white American sitcom that I vaguely knew of. We would jump on the bus together and he would chat about what he had been up to and which ‘young’ lady he was hoping to sit next to that day at the day centre. It was during these chats that he would often apologise that he wouldn’t be at the bus stop because of one commitment or another, often it was due to travel – he loved cruises and would come back a week or so later with a tan to die for and tell me about all the ladies he had danced with, the cuisine he had tasted (always better than the food in the retirement home) and the places he had seen. He was a gentleman and a dapper dresser, he was in his late eighties and he taught me a valuable lesson, to never stop living or dancing. In contrast he would also tell me about all the ‘dead’ people that he had left behind in his care home, I wouldn’t always know how to react and he would make me laugh by saying something like ‘don’t worry they will still be asleep in the same chair when I get home”. I promised him that I would keep dancing and its a promise that I will keep until I’m as young as him.

He was also the first man to give me a regret, one that I have been able to let go of as I know he wouldn’t of minded.

The Birthday Bash

He invited me to his 90th birthday party and I didn’t go. I didn’t go because I was seventeen and too cool for my own good, I didn’t go because I thought my friends would think I was weird….I wish I had gone.

A few weeks after his ninetieth birthday he wasn’t at the bus stop. Nor the next week, I knew he wasn’t on a cruise as he would of told me and so I remember vividly speaking to my Mum about it. She advised that I pop into the home and ask if he was ill etc. I knew from our bus jaunts that he was widowed and didn’t have any children / family. I 100% planned to take my Mums advice – seriously if that woman says ‘take a coat’ you know a tsunami is going to hit London, however on the morning that I had planned to ‘pop over’ I noticed his window had altered. The once beige curtains were floral and a vase sat in the centre of the window sill. I didn’t need to ask.

I will always smile when I see a man in freshly polished brogues and I will never forget the wisdom and life he maintained until our last stop together.

 

 

 

The Saturday Sesh #11

This week I’m feeling victorious, its been a non stop week of surprises that weren’t exactly about candy BUT I survived. It was the first week back after half term and by the end of day one, feeling refreshed and revived – the call came, OFSTED were coming to play. If you’ve never experienced her majesties inspection then imagine the Queen its popping around herself and you are almost there, you dust in places you didn’t know dust could get into and the Queen then comments on all of the dust that you’ve missed, rejects your sandwiches and lets her Corgi’s pooh on your lawn. Its horrendous. This was followed by trick or treating, a bombardment of requests from my sons school (in preparation for the Christmas Fair) and yesterday I worked until 7pm because it was year eleven parents evening… Id like to say I came home to rest, but this weekend we are ripping the kitchen out, so with a deep breath I am keeping my head down and praying to have a dream kitchen ASAP. (phew)

This week the cheeky Hayley was talking about picking two featured bloggers, feel free to click to her site to see who her heart was torn between. During planning, marking and trying to run a home I did enjoy reading week ten’s posts. Its a pleasant distraction and therefore its no surprise that my featured blogger was Eva at¬†Captain Bob Cat¬†, if you click the link you can also read her ten top tips for flying with small children. Her post instantly took me back to Summer and our family vacation – I have to say buying J a Trunki was my life saver and defo top tip. He loved it in the airport, it wasn’t too huge on the plane and then he used it as a ride on toy around our hotel room whilst we were away. I love posts that make me think of fond memories and dream about creating more…do you have any Summer plan’s for 2018 up you sleeve? If so, and you are traveling with little people check out Eva’s post – seriously, her vibe is eco friendly and super cool. Its a lovely blog and she writes with honesty and integrity.

Okay now the¬†RULES¬†for this weeks linky, remember to share the linky with other talented bloggers ūüôā

  • Link up¬†You can link up to 2 posts, old or new
  • Grab a badge¬†Please do add #thesatsesh badge. You can do this by copying and pasting the badge code into the text/HTML area of your post within your publishing platform and its located in my side bar for your ease.
  • Tweet¬†Share your posts on Twitter using the linky hashtag¬†#thesatsesh¬†and tag us in for retweets @fridgesays @mummy_mindful. Follow us if you don’t already please.
  • Comment¬†sit back, relax (its the weekend after all). Please use #thesatsesh and in usual linky etiquette¬†comment on each of the hosts posts,¬†mine and Hayleys,¬†the post before and after yours.¬†If you comment on more, that would be wonderful but FOUR is more than enough
  • Following the rules means you may qualify for our featured blogger¬†announced weekly, plus this linky is run by school teachers so detention for anyone that doesn’t.¬†

OPTIONAL EXTRA:¬†Come and play in our IG community by using #thesatsesh for photos of your weekend or perhaps connected to a post you’ve linked. Follow us on Instagram @fridgesays and @mission_mindfulness_blog and we will keep up to date and follow you back.

Now hit the blue box below and link up!

 

Example is leadership (Intro)

Quote by Albert Schweitzer

Being human is complex. I’m not sure I’d actually like to consider myself part of the human race – we’re very often mean, selfish and ignorant. However, I am no different and have had my fare share of moments when I have imparted negativity on others; the awkward time (before I became a Teacher) that I got horrendously drunk at the office party and was a drunken pain in the *insert body part of your choice, to my then boyfriend. The time I was cruel to my best friend and ignored her, I was twelve; that isn’t an excuse and I was a horrid because I didn’t realise how much hurt I had caused her. The thousands of times over the last thirty something years I have spilled vile comments out of my mouth like grenades to loved ones, friends and even the women who carried me in her stomach for nine months (sorry Mum)…

Due to my disability (being human) I can’t promise that I won’t do any of the above things again over the coming days, years or moments. I also will probably experience grenades of negativity from others because other people that I share this planet with have the same disability, the population is increasing ten fold and this means human condition grows.

HOWEVER, what we do have is the ability to slow down. To breath and to make kinder choices, to say nothing instead of the horrendous words and actions we have previously intwined together. How? Well I have never claimed to have all the answers, but I have made a conscious effort for many years to be kinder, gentler and positive. I take my position as a role model extremely seriously, I care about how I present myself,  as I want the girls that I teach to present the best them to the universe. I care about how I make others feel because I believe that karma is something that rhymes with rich and I want my son to grow up with characteristics that matter. So, with my disability in check, I make these adjustments both forwards and back and sometimes I win and sometimes like any disease it takes hold of me.

For as long as I can remember I have collected people. (*Authorities need not worry there are no humans in my basement – in fact I don’t have a basement) Metaphorically speaking I have always been fascinated by humans, people watching is one of my favourite past times. When I was at university my bestie and I would sit in the front of a local cafe with a huge cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows people watch from the shop window. As we were both on a drama degree we would often create scenarios for the people and why they were in town, what they had purchased and usually added unnecessary details like what they had had for dinner and who they were sleeping with.

Much like horror movies, we all seem to be attracted to what we also dislike – my love / hate is humans. So, I have decided to share with you some of my favourite icons with a new series. I hope that my sharing the qualities I recognise in them, you can take something away with you that you see in people around you. Most of them will be famous, some will be personal and a few will be somewhere in between.

I will attach this post to the series titles so that readers will hopefully understand why this series exists, because no matter what our age from zero to one hundred we all need role models  to help us thrive.

One obvious last question – who are your role models, idols, mentors or humans that offer hope? 

The Saturday Sesh #10

Time flies when you cohost a linky. Week ten and I’m loving #thesatsesh more than I thought possible. We really do have a lovely group of people and I was pushed this week to pick a featured blogger – however, some I wanted to select didn’t have the badge displayed and so I couldn’t pick them. If you are joining us please make sure you follow the few simple rules listed below. I love the variety of bloggers that we have, styles of posts and when I read them I literally go from tears of sorrow to tears of joy. You lads and ladies rock.

Always give *Hayley and Mission Mindfulness and quick click to see who she has picked, but my featured blogger is the superb¬†Diary of an Imperfect Mum¬†who I think is nailing it with her Kon Mari of the mind…a few weeks a go I wrote a post begging for comments on how to minimalist my ever growing home (seriously, my living room is a magnet of plastic toys that seems to cascades from my sons room to every corner of our home), a couple of people wrote they had or were in the process of reading the Kon Mari book, a google through the internet got me ‘thinking’ in a KM way however Catie nails it by first dealing with the chaos that are our minds. I’ve seriously always got several million tabs opening in my mind, it make sense to discard the clutter and breath with ease and joy. Plus the last line of her blog – “what sparks your joy?” was like a calling card for this magical princess, my favourite hobby is appreciating the sparkle of life. So many thanks Catie for spreading the joy and reminding us to look after our minds, please grab a featured badge from my side bar should you please.


Lets get this linking going!

RULES:

  • Link up¬†You can link up to 2 posts, old or new by clicking the blue box below
  • Grab a badge¬†Please do add #thesatsesh badge. You can do this by copying and pasting the badge code into the text/HTML area of your post within your publishing platform and its located in my side bar for your ease.
  • Tweet¬†Share your posts on Twitter using the linky hashtag¬†#thesatsesh¬†and tag us in for retweets @fridgesays @mummy_mindful. Follow us if you don’t already please.
  • Comment¬†sit back, relax (its the weekend after all). Please use #thesatsesh and in usual linky etiquette¬†comment on each of the hosts posts,¬†mine and Hayleys,¬†the post before and after yours.¬†If you comment on more, that would be wonderful but FOUR is more than enough
  • Following the rules means you may qualify for our featured blogger¬†announced weekly, plus this linky is run by school teachers so detention for anyone that doesn’t.¬†

OPTIONAL EXTRA:¬†Come and play in our IG community by using #thesatsesh for photos of your weekend or perhaps connected to a post you’ve linked. Follow us on Instagram @fridgesays and @mission_mindfulness_blog and we will keep up to date and follow you back.

Lick the lid of life :)

Strangley there is a lack of yoghurt quotes in the world, so I pinched Muller yoghurts slogan from a few years back. 

Warning: this is a ramble that was going around in my head which I attempted to share with Mr F but he told me I was jabbering. So I thought, fine I’ll share my brain with the world instead.

I decided today that humans are basically the same as yoghurt. (Yup, this was the point that the Mr walked away) There are high brands and basic ranges, logos and cool kid varieties, that can come in awesome wrapping and even sometimes in a squidgy tube, some have character endorsements to make them even cooler #princessdisney

It must be sad to be a basic own brand yoghurt. Surely you’ve still got all the calcium goodness that the others have, in the pot you’re still made of the same ingredients, but some supermarket dude has labelled you as not worthy of a sufficient price tag as other pots.

Then there is the privileged and organic variety, the cows were perhaps treated better from birth and fresh grass meant that the yoghurt is superior and has more stuff than most right from the start. The price tag is high and picking this kind of yoghurt makes the consumers feel like they are saving the world one spoonful at a time.

Ohhh I should probably add that organics best friend or close relative is the probiotic branded kind. It’s like the fitness freak of the yoghurt family and even refuses to be eaten with a spoon. Instead it insists ‘on the go’ and is drunk from a sleek mini bottle. It’s more than a yoghurt and is promoted as a deity.It can cleanse your bowel, shuffle your ph balance to optimum ph-ness AND save you from 250 types of cancer you didn’t even know existed.

I wonder if like humans the yoghurts on the shelves look at each other and compare packaging. Or perhaps the more refined yoghurts read the labels of the lower price yoghurts when they aren’t looking to make themselves feel better (“ohhh he is high in sat fats and I’m not even sure why sour cream is in this isle?”). Firstly, I agree my imagination is at times rather ‘unique’ but judging packaging on yoghurt is just as absurd as us judging each others hair, occupation, cars, holidays, or how the couple across the road have afforded an extension and holiday (I’m not bitter). I’m not saying I don’t do it, I’m just acknowledging that it’s a weird thing to do if you look at it from a distance.

I also fully understand (within the mind set of yoghurt) why being a shop discount brands must be tough. For starters (let’s judge for a bit longer) your packaging is so basic it cracks, your lids loose and you sit opposite the smoothie with fricking bobble hats on. If I were yoghurt I’d want to have a brand, a place to belong. Perhaps even an advert on TV? I’d want to be low fat and have all the taste of full fat…I’d want to be yoghurt heaven…and then I gave it some more thought and I realised that I’ve overlooked a yoghurt that’s much more me…

The best yoghurt I’ve ever had was on holiday. It wasn’t over priced, it probably was calorie horrific but you can’t beat authentic Greek yoghurt. It’s thick, creamy and utterly tasty; so much so it doesn’t really need anything with it, it stands alone. My preference is a little honey but is also nice served with fruit or a dessert – human wise it works well as a team or individually. It’s authentic, it doesn’t have fancy labels, hype or need to be promoted. The taste has depth and clarity and most importantly its not trying to be anything more or less than it is.

So after my yoghurt rant I’ve decided we all should be aspiring to be us, full fat or otherwise…

  • Labels are man made and only read by people that doubt themselves.
  • True character doesn’t need media attention
  • Greek yoghurt is awesome
  • Own Brand yoghurt is essentially the same on the inside as all the other options – give it a try
  • Perhaps if we all knew our own self worth we wouldn’t need to judge the packaging of others
  • I like yoghurt ūüôā

Sorry if you are lactose intolerant and had a reaction whilst reading this yoghurt rant. 

*Whatmyfridgesays takes no responsibility for this because its a made up rant with no ingredients, preservatives or other things found in foods that I don’t really understand.

The Saturday Sesh #9

whoop – we made it to half term! Well done everybody.

I’m going to jump straight into my featured blogger this week because she is totally new to me and I love her positive vibe. Her name is Nikki and she is a Mum to three kiddies – her blog (from what I can see) was written after her son got his angel wings in August 2017. Life with Lennon is a series of posts about Lennon in life and how her piece of heaven transformed the families life. Hit the link above to read how much respect Nikki and her family have for the people that work at the hospice. I can heavily relate due to my own little chick spreading her wings a little too early for anyones liking. Gracie didn’t go into a hospice but her journey has led me to work with several families who relied on hospice care. I’m still perplexed at how such individuals can create a vibrance of life in such fragile circumstances – they really are a set of unappreciated heroes. However, Nikki phrases it much better than I could and her blog is well worth a read. She is totally on my christmas list as one of the new bloggers in town to watch ,absorbing as her message is full of hope, love and appreciation.

Nikki, should hit Hayleys blog to claim her badge, but you might also wish to take a peek and see who she has picked as her featured blogger. Seriously, I feel so blessed to have begun a journey with Hayley with this linky which allows me to see the talented writing of our regular bloggers – we totally appreciate you. Anyway, read the rules below and lets get linking peeps!

RULES: 

  • Link up¬†You can link up to 2 posts, old or new
  • Grab a badge¬†Please do add the # thesatsesh badge. You can do this by copying and pasting the badge code into the text/HTML area of your post within your publishing platform – if you don’t have the badge then you won’t be selected as a feat blogger.
  • Tweet¬†Share your posts on Twitter using the linky hashtag¬†#thesatsesh¬†and tag us in for retweets @fridgesays @mummy_mindful. Follow us if you don’t already please.
  • Comment¬†sit back, relax (its the weekend after all). Please use #thesatsesh and in usual linky etiquette¬†comment on each of the hosts posts,¬†mine and Hayleys,¬†the post before and after yours.¬†If you comment on more, that would be wonderful but FOUR is more than enough.¬†

OPTIONAL EXTRA:¬†Come and play in our IG community by using #thesatsesh for photos of your weekend or perhaps connected to a post you’ve linked. Follow us on Instagram @fridgesays and @mission_mindfulness_blog and we will keep up to date and follow you back.

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Do the universe a favour and don’t hide your magic

This quote is from Yung Pueblo, a wonderful young writer and creative energy.

Fine, I picked the quote because it has the word magic in it, but it also spoke to me and reflected a journey I am constantly in. Recently in the UK we have announced GCSE results, as a teacher its my job to analyse the results my pupils got, celebrate the good and recreate it, critically analyse the negative and make sure the next cohort do better.

I had two pupils in my class that were capable of getting a B grade, but they got a D. I wasn’t surprised as they had both disengaged at various parts of the course / school life. This was their choice. They didn’t take up offers of revision sessions before or after school, they didn’t come to Saturday revision classes, they didn’t answer questions in class and on the surface I believe they received the grade that reflected their effort.

However, in doing so they didn’t show the universe what they were capable of. They didn’t sparkle, or shine. In front of them stood and opportunity and they let it slip. Does it matter? Probably not, not in the grand scheme of things. I’m sure they will reflect on the course and find blame on myself as a teacher, on others that distracted them, ill health, boyfriend/relationship issues or something, somewhere…but will they ever realise it was actually down to them not being prepared to show the universe they had extra sparkle?

Despite my career path I loathe examinations. That aside, it made me polish my wand. Reflect and learn. At first, it made me look at my other classes, recognise similar patterns and in the last few weeks I have moved seating plans, made phone calls home, set bespoke pieces of homework and then I applied this thought process to me. To today and what I did, or didn’t do yesterday. Exams are a unique way to pigeon hole a success at a given time, but actually each of us choose to shine and some of us are living much like our mobile phones, with low battery. 

What can I improve on tomorrow that I didn’t do well today? What would make me 2% better, kinder, happier, healthier…the list could go on. I really believe the list should go on. We never nail life, we should be nailing aspects each and every day. Make today better than yesterday and show the universe so much sparkle it will wish it had sunglasses. Have an awesome tomorrow ūüôā