Sunday thoughts from a Fibromyalgia mind #16


Well, this week certainly has been a colourful one. If ever a week was a journey through the emotions this is it. As I sit here with my coffee typing I truly feel enriched as a woman for the journey. 

It all started on Sunday having my eldest son home for a roast. We all sat around watching Beauty and the Beast, oh wow my heart burst and the romance cell in my mind exploded. Love is so beautiful and this is one of those tales as a little girl I held on to with both hands. 

Often growing into a woman I pondered if my addiction to romantic characters such as Heathcliff and Cathy, The Waltons, The Ingalls in Little House on the Prairie, Romeo and Juliette, Officer and a Gentleman (this list is huge and diverse) had clouded my reality of what love is. Now I feel that this helped me through many difficult relationships as I never became bitter to love and men. I still very much believe in true love and all the magic surrounding love. 

Wednesday I dragged myself to a Conscious breathing workshop, I had pre-booked this when my head was mashed and now in a better place emotionally I just couldn't be bothered going. The boys forced me, reminding me of all the other things I tried to get out of and enjoyed. 

This workshop was possibly one of the most inspirational therapies I have EVER done! 

I can honestly say I walked out of there a different woman to the one that entered a few hours earlier. 

If you would like to read more about this therapy read on HERE 



Wednesday evening was a sad one. My Mr 13 injured himself in wrestling which resulted in a really nasty complete break of his clavicle (collarbone) It is always heartbreaking seeing your child in pain but when your child displays an attitude greater than most adults would, it was a humbling experience. I wanted to pause time as my mothering mind had not caught up with the leap from child to man, I expected it to be in the distant future not in a medical setting but there before me talking to the nurses and radiologist was a man. His attitude to a broken bone was not that of a child by any standards. 

This man with his beautiful soul, I knitted and raised. 


The summer holidays will be a challenge for him but his tenacity will get him through with a smile. 

So that is my week. My body is in a hormonal comfort eating phase. I absolutely loved what a friend said about this, she said I displayed a powerful awareness of balance between giving myself permission and knowing I won't stay in this space forever. These are words I needed to write down and remember. Life is a balance and we have to accept it and be aware of our needs. 

Through breathing, I gained clarity and through sadness, I gained pride in a man.
Life is wonderful. 


 Love and gentle hugs to you all

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