Yelly Writes

Staring at a blank

I’m at a loss as to what to say today.  

I’ve been off sick for a couple of days now.  Feeling really unwell and generally blecchy.  I think it’s what my mum used to call general malaise in the sick notes that she used to write for me.  

The weather has turned and it’s Friday evening so the weekend is upon us.  I’m glad for it.  But I’m finding that I can’t get excited about the weekend.  I’m sure there’s something to be excited about, I just don’t know what t is.  

I think it’s okay.  I think it’s okay to not be okay.  

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Yelly Writes

It’s the small things that matter

Our actions are like pebbles thrown into a pond.  They create ripples and they spread, affecting the whole pond.  Because we are all connected somehow, what we do affects everyone around us.  We need to remember that what we do, however insignificant to us, will affect someone else.

Yelly Reads

New book alert!

This book has sat in my Kindle for a while.  I loved the title and I loved what it professed to teach me.  BUT I’ve not had the courage to read it.  It will take a lot of courage to read a book that will probably suggest I do things that are completely alien to me.

I have always known that I am a person who cared too much about everything.  I’ve mostly ever really cared about other people more than myself (let’s face it, when you’re the eldest child you’re taught to consider other people, take care of other people, be a shining example and paragon of virtue for other people, be perfect for other people to look up to…etc., etc.!).  Mostly because during the times when I’ve actually put myself first, the resulting situations were disastrous and I ended up hurting so many other people.  So I usually steer clear from what I think are actions that might be construed as “selfish” and “putting myself first.”  Which is, in hindsight, probably why I feel like I’m in a state of arrested development.  It’s because I’ve put others first before wanting to do what I want to do.

In the last 18 months, I’ve come to realise that I do have to put myself first.  No one, not even the people who profess to love me (save a handful of people), have actually done what I’ve done for them: consider me before themselves.

I’ve read reviews about Sarah Knight’s book and I find my interest extremely piqued.  One review says it’s Oprah-esque wisdom with Amy Schumer swearing.  Now that sounds hilarious.

So…without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, the book that will be accompanying me on the train journey for the next few days.  See y’all on the other side!

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