Picking up the Pieces

I think I was given some of the wrong pieces for my puzzle.  Gifted traits from societal norms.  Pieces of me forced together.  Things passed down from years and years of generational conditioning.  Picture perfect expectations of what we must do and achieve, then you can live your happiest life......  What happens if the narrow picture of what society says happiness is, isn't all it is cracked up to be?  I got ✅ the house ✅ the car ✅ the engagement ✅ the promotion ✅ the education and so on.  When I was left standing with nothing but the bag on my back and three boxes for storage with all my prized possessions (mostly books), everything else gone.  Something inside me switched. I have seen life from a different angle and I don't think I will ever be able to go back.  I'm not saying these things are wrong but many people might stay too long in the wrong places to try and get/keep them.  For years I was trying to be the 'good girl'. Aiming...

When you’re standing in the ashes of a life you thought you were going to live. The mirror really is held up. Standing naked to the reality of the path you have to walk.  The choice to bury your head in the sand sounds oh so appealing.  Wednesday 31st January 2024, my whole life went up in smoke. Instead of walking down the aisle for my wedding that was meant to happen at the end of this year. I have walked down countless aisles of aeroplanes in a bid to find out who the f I am in a world where every part of my life looks different.  I am single for the first time since 2013 - the world has changed a lot since deciding who to give your Bebo hearts to  I have moved back to Ireland after living away from home for the last 13years - watching Catchphrase with my parents is actually one of the highlights out of all this.  I started my own business instead of getting a stable job - which has definitely left me thinking what the heck am I doing on more than one occasio...