Wednesday 28 July 2010

Safe Space

I keep this blog anonymous as its my safe space.

I know depression is a terrible illness but something does need to be done to help those who live with people suffering from depression. It feels right now as if I have no one to turn to. Which isn't true I have a good circle of friends both real life and internet. But how much do I want them to know about my life?

In the last 60 minutes Mr Bear has turned into Hyde. No matter what I say he wants to be Johnny Opposite for no other reason than its easier for him to turn into Mr Nasty than Mr Nice.

Sometimes I feel my life is one big black vortex and I'm free falling.

Need to stop wallowing in self-pity and focus on the future and my LOA.

Life with the Bears and LOA

I am getting more and more into LOA or Law Of Attraction for the uninitiated.

However, my understanding of it is that it needs a lot more work than just announcing to the universe that you wouldn't mind George Clooney, Brad Pitt etc popping in for tea. As well as saying that you have to do a bit of work yourself. So you would need to be going out and getting into the right circles that George/Brad mixed in.

I am working on it to resolve my house issues. I am practising falling in love with my house all over again. I did love it 8 years ago when we bought it.

What's not to love its a stone built double fronted semi detached. Built originally for the workers of the local mill. Think Titus Salt and Saltaire here (see history lessons as well). Our property is dated 1902 so a little later than Saltaire. Our house would have been occupied by one of the foremen at the woollen mill.

Unfortunately, any original features in the house have long since been removed. One of our neighbours did go slighly overboard installing cornicing, picture rails, dado rails and would have had rail tracks in as well if he thought they were period. Very doubtful though given they were mill workers that they would have had such a level of 1902 sophistication.

The end result unfortunately left a house bordering on very twee.

We made a very early decision not to go bounding through reclamation yards exclaiming the virtues of an orginal door knocker etc. Why have that hassle when the local DIY centre is just opposite.

Our house pays homage to chicness and good design (aka we don't do twee).

So to get back to the LOA I'm falling in love again with my house in my attempt to tell the universe that I am truly worthy of a lovely home (hopefully well away from the local stars of Shameless next door).

About 6 weeks ago I found by chance an advert to take part in a television programme. The premise of which was that a property developer would buy your dream home for you, give you the money you needed to do it up at the end of the series one of the lucky people on the show would walk away with the house of their dreams.

Well after the disappointment of the researchers not immediately reading my application (which even just contemplating completing the application form took me so far out of my comfort zone you wouldn't believe it) I decided that I'd not been picked.

So on Monday afternoon I was having a conversation about LOA with a very well known practitioner who gave me some gratitude statements to work on. She also told me to look out for coincidences as well.

Imagine my surprise yesterday to see an email pop up from the tv company. No, don't get too excited you won't be seeing me on television (yet). They have changed the terms and conditions and the closing date is now the 30th September. I am still in with a chance. Then again I'm still in with a chance as I have my lottery ticket for the next three draws!

I am currently practising "It will be me!"

Thursday 8 July 2010

Tempus Fugit


Well I knew it had been a fair while since I blogged but honestly a quarter of the year has passed by.

Thank your lucky stars you missed that portion of my life.


So what have I been up to? Well I started an OU Photography course which finishes on Monday when I have to submit my portfolio. Just for you I am going to attempt to post a picture taken by me in the garden.