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Thankful Tuesday!

This is a bit of an odd one. I am on the train to Glasgow and I just got a wee urge to blog. I have never attempted to do it on my phone before.

The train journey from Aberdeen to Dundee is amazing especially on a clear day like today. The water is glistening under the sunlight, the fields are a variety of colours ranging from a scorched yellow to a ploughed earthen brown. As I gaze out the window, I can't help but feel grateful that I am in a position to sit back and enjoy the scenery. It is so easy to get caught up in the hum drum of life, or so easy to just pass out on the train like I normally do and miss it all!

I started thinking about how long it has been since I did my list of things I am thankful for. It is Tuesday after all, and this is something that I used to do every Tuesday. Here goes...

1. I am thankful for my Dad. I speak with him a couple of times a week and I always come away from the phone feeling as though he has given me a hug. I admire his strength, patience …

Through the tears

I attended a humanist funeral today for the first time.
It was also my first time in a crematorium.
I didn't really know what to expect.
All I knew was that my friend is going through a difficult time, and I wanted to show him that I am there for him if he needs me.
Funerals are always sad events, even if you don't know the person who has passed.
You witness people say farewell to someone that they truly love.
You see raw pain and emotion and know that there is nothing that you can do to help.
Today, there was a moment where we were asked to think about the man who had died.
I didn't know him, I knew of him from having heard many stories over the past year and while I momentarily thought of what I knew of him, my thoughts wandered to other things.
I thought of how different the funeral was to an Irish funeral. How much more personal it seemed.
I thought of my sister's funeral and what a show of love and a poignant farewell we were able to give her.
I thought of my frie…

Why dating sucks...

Dating is like marmite. You either love it, or you hate it. I have never liked marmite, and I am quickly learning that I have a distaste for dating also. I recently buckled to peer pressure and set up a profile on a dating site. I was getting many suggestions from my friends that I should 'put myself out there', 'dip my toe back in the water', etc. etc. etc... I have had quite a varied experience.        Some people have been fascinating Others have been mundane Others have just been odd. There is a lot of uncertainty it seems in dating in your 30s A lot of people have been hurt A lot of people are disillusioned with the idea of a relationship A lot of people (and I fall into this bracket) are not that bothered and are just there for the chat. I have had some rather rude offers I have had a picture of a poo sent to me with the caption 'Does this look right to you?'

I have had many a debate about life, love, God, relationships. I have had a lot of observations on …

The importance of a good letter

There are a handful of things that I strongly believe.
1. When someone repeatedly pops in to your mind, you should contact them and say hello.
2. What is meant for you won't pass you
3. Everyone you meet, you meet for a reason. It could be good, it could be 'character building'.
4. The ability to laugh through the good and the bad is what makes strong characters.

Recently, a few people have been popping into my head. So I decided to write to them all. I had one issue however, and that was that one of the people was my old English teacher in secondary school. I wondered how on earth I would contact her and it slipped my mind after a couple of weeks. Then two weeks ago, while I was unpacking, a card fell out of a book that had been boxed up for the last few years. I opened it up and it was from my teacher. She sent it to my just after my sister died. On the top right hand corner, was an address. I saw it as a sign to write to her at the address in the hope that she hadn'…