Over My Shoulder: With Thanks

In the final moments of 2014 there is melancholy in my heart.  I am one to remain long in that frame because for me, the cup is always half full. So tonight I will be drinking to lost opportunity, dreams set aside and lagging enthusiasm for the many pursuits I promised myself 365 days ago.…

Over My Shoulder: Letting Go

Letting Go of Pleasing, Performing and Perfectionism It did not matter how high or long the jump I tried with all my childish might to gain the approval and acceptance of my father.  The more disgruntled he became, the harder I tried.  I joined the high school debating team, hockey, tennis, netball and swimming teams…

When is Enough, Enough ?

We have become neurotic and obsessed with minimising risk of damage to property, failure to meet targets or harm anyone.  Words like critical, imperative, and paramount are emotive enough to scare off the toughest contender for action.  What were once reasonable safety rules and regulations for building sites have now been applied to most aspects of…

Over My Shoulder: Life After Facebook

After so many months of no Facebook I am getting used to the looks of amazement when people discover that one can remain connected socially without the help of on-line networking.  Maybe it is because I am a lot older than most of those with their expressions aghast at how one could survive without participating…

And so this is Christmas

In 2011 my brother and his partner celebrated Christmas with us.  We also enjoyed hosting the partners’ friends who are a young married couple.  The joy of Christmas shared with others bring out the child in everyone.  The excitement, pleasure and joy shared and exchanged are infectious. We’d spent time doing the last minute food…

Over My Shoulder: Writing and Speaking

The most prized gift from my parents was the education the gave me.  The language, written and spoken and the nuances available to us to communicate across wide demographics has always fascinated me.  We understand each other in so many ways through our senses.  We are adept too at understanding one another when we do…