The Trouble With Society Today

We are programmed to react to negativity, not positivity. When you visit my local chemist you have to park on the pavement. There is a proud sign in the window that states only customers can park outside the door. Yes, it is a pavement, but it is so large it accommodates cars and pedestrians. Whilst waiting outside, I saw a lady pushing a double buggy towards the cars. The buggy was empty, I have no idea why. She struggled to get the buggy past two of the cars. Having struggled with a pram, I got out and asked if she would like a hand.

My Old Battered Best Friend

The one thing that has stayed with me, through ups and downs. Throughout my life, I have owned many wonderful pieces of clothing. I had an amazing leather jacket with tassels and a brown suede one to match. I was an 80’s child, it’s my only defence. None of these compares to my very old Guns ‘n’ Roses T-shirt. It is twenty years old, so when you look at the picture and say it’s a grey T-shirt and I tell you it was black, you will understand.

The Real Story of Fostering, From Someone Who Was One

Children who play the system and ridiculous rules are only half of the story Five years ago, I was a foster parent. It is a part of my life, I have never shared through my writing before. This week though I sat down to write a short story and had to draw on some of my experiences. It took me back and made me reflect on the five years, I spent bringing up other people’s children. If you asked me now if I would do it again my answer would be no. If I could go back ten years, would I convince the younger me to embark on the profession? Sadly, my answer would still be no. These are my personal experiences, everyone’s journey is different. I am not advocating becoming a foster parent, as much as I am not trying to put anyone off. There are many positives to being a foster parent.

How to Control Your Social Media Addiction

Take back control. Did you know that 90% of the world’s data was created in the last two years? Sit for a minute and think about that. It is a frightening statistic. For this amount of data to be produced, what have we sacrificed? Time with our family. Time reading, relaxing and in some cases our mental health. This is how bad social media addiction has become. I have a friend who battles a negative self-image daily. It’s hard for me to understand, she sees fat and ugly. I see a stunning figure and beautiful. Social media compounds this problem.

I Lost One Follower — Here Is What I Learnt

Having set the challenge to increase my followers by 1000. I have become obsessed with checking my stats. Today I noticed that in two hours I had lost one follower. Just one follower, but to me this one follower became the most important person to my blog. Before you all worry about the level of my sanity I went from 941 to 940 it was very noticeable. If only I could ask that 1 follower why they had unfollowed? What post made them unfollow?