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Hi... failte (Irish for welcome! and pronounced fall-thhha).
I'm a newbie to blogging, here just over a year, but what a great year it has been!
I've turned the corner to 50 recently and two things become more relevant...time and experiences!
Material possessions are less important! Using time wisely and truly experiencing each day holds a new significance for me!
If you wish..., a little of the back story...
I''m blessed to be married to a kind and loving man for 28 years, we have two children now 19 and 21.
As I approached 40 and searching for something more, whilst holding down my then part-time legal secretarial work, I trained as a voluntary adult literacy tutor, with the hope of helping adults improve their literacy skills and have a second, and better experience of learning!
However, little did I think that wanting to help others improve their lives would see my own life improve beyond measure also!
You see for years I found it difficult to know what to do as I watched our two children suffer at the hands of bullies. Their struggle began to change when I returned to education! Through education I slowly gained valuable knowledge, I grew in confidence and self-esteme and it had a ripple effect!
By 2014, aged 47 I had completed a Higher Certificate in Literacy Development and a B.A. in Adult Education. I love my work as an adult educator, particularly when adults trust me enough to let down their defences and 'let me in'. Then I can help them by getting to know what makes them 'tic' and what 'lights their fire!'.
As an added bonus along the way I've realised that I also have a love of writing and that writing is cathartic (providing psychological relief through written expression of built up emotions), both for my students and myself. This blog enables me to pursue that new-found interest and I've really enjoying reading your blogs, sharing comments, getting to know so many people and gaining new perspectives. I also like to share any little 'gems' of learning I've gathered along the way!
Thanks for sharing your stories and for helping me realise that it is all possible...and that together we write a truly better story!
Much love,
Marie x
March 18, 2019 at 3:18 pm
Interesting take there Marie. Certainly thought provoking.
Glad you reposted.
Hope all is well with you and your family.
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March 18, 2019 at 4:31 pm
Hi Chris, I’m glad you enjoyed this, I hope to continue this idea, time willing! We’re good thank you after an enjoyable weekend. I hope you and your young man are doing well too.
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March 18, 2019 at 4:37 pm
It is a good idea to continue with Marie!
Glad all is well.
Yes, we’re all good today. Thank you.
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March 18, 2019 at 6:18 pm
Wow, for some words and it is strong and heartfelt🦋
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March 18, 2019 at 6:39 pm
Thanks I’m glad it spoke to you! Xx
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March 19, 2019 at 1:09 pm
Anxiety could be caused by a number of reasons therefore complicated and deal with the mind and heart, therefore I don’t believe I could use the senses to describe anxiety… however, I can follow my heart and use the 5 senses to prevent anxiety … 🙂
“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ― Roy T. Bennett
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March 19, 2019 at 5:29 pm
I think you’ve made a great point there Dutch to follow our heart! Again a lovely apt quote.
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March 20, 2019 at 11:02 am
Interesting question Marie. When I feel panicked I swear I can smell electrical burning so that is the smell I associate with anxiety. Taste would be something metallic I think. As a (stress related) tinnitus sufferer the hearing one is easy!
Touch is trickier. Cold needles?
Look? A blood-red cloud.
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March 20, 2019 at 4:46 pm
Very interesting Darren! I can get the idea of electrical burning and the thoughts of tinfoil maybe hitting a filling..yuck, our son has partial hearing loss and gets tinnitus, which must be awful as I’ve only ever got a buzzing short-term, the mention of blood red, turn off straight away but cold needles, I didn’t notice that needles were either hot or cold to be honest, only that I like them in the hands of a skillful nurse or doctor thank you! I enjoyed your response!
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March 21, 2019 at 2:36 pm
Anxiety! If I could touch it, it will be a thorny bush, a nettle perhaps. If I could see anxiety, I think it will be a deep wound. If I could smell anxiety, the smell of burnt tyres. To hear anxiety would be the screeching sound that a chalk often makes upon a blackboard. And to taste it would be a very sour lemon.
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March 21, 2019 at 10:59 pm
I agree that it would be a deep wound and sadly one that is often resistant to treatment and slow to heal. Great share, thanks Parakhit.
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