I love this post when I came across it and it helped to look at myself in a different way. It made me smile at what was my irritations, until now. It gave me some perspective and not to get too annoyed with myself. My mind has a junk-drawer and I sometimes cannot find, or lose stuff in my junk drawer.
Do you have a junk-drawer?
We have a “junk-drawer” in our kitchen. It’s the drawer where coupons, batteries, a hammer, screwdriver, pliers, tape measures, a flashlight, matches, lighters, cat-nip, and the assorted 1/2 used birthday candle packages lay scattered about. It’s a small drawer, but it seems, it has the room of Mary Poppins magic bag. It holds everything and […]
via My Mind’s Junk-Drawer — Untangled
As much as my childhood being hard, I knew mum loved me, even if I don’t remember much hugs from her. But I knew she cared and worried. (Mum still worries now.)
But the time I especially felt valued and loved, was starting from my 30’s, when I moved out for the second time, to live on my own. This was when the hugs just came out of nowhere. It shocked me at first, as I wondered what was going off, seeing a side of my mum I had not seen before. But I did not shun the hugs. Now, it just seems natural for us both, to hug.
Every time we meet up, when it comes to departing our separate ways, we hug as well as saying I love you. With every hug, I see mum’s face beaming and her eyes sparkling, along with her smile.
Mum’s hugs extend also to my friends, when she sees them. They get the same hug as me. 😊
I hope as it looks to me, that it feels natural for my mum, when she hugs.
This was a post I was originally going to schedule for today, but I posted last night. I am doing a post re-share, because of how my posting may not have been seen by all, that follow via their reader, due to scheduling wrong. It may have appeared on the reader at an earlier time and not as it aired when I changed the timing back to evening time.
Post: Empathy in the work place.
Due to recent difficulties, as this post mentions, I discovered my work place has empathy.
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Compared to my old place that had no empathy, other than when they had to follow procedures when you were off sick from work, my new work place has empathy.
I have been feeling emotional, as I find the court case is finally coming around, for the death of my cousin and her husband. I have tried to keep this outside of work, but because I called into the courts one occasion prior to work, to find out some information, it meant I wasn’t my usual happy self and I had a little anxiety.
It’s lovely to know I have he support from the lady who is in charge of us, should I need it. One being time off work, if I certainly heard this right, but I do know that being at work is the right thing for me. But I do have an annual leave I put in, for the hearing.
This is all I will reveal here, on my blog about the latest development that has finally come around. I am not going to reveal how I feel, or how my mum feels and why I feel I need to attend the court hearing and nothing more will be said in any future pots either. This is out of respect for all family concerned and to keep everything private. (Hence this post will be closed for comments.)
For those new to my blog this year, this is the post where you will find my “Double Heartbreak.”
Ignorance is no excuse. It is time to learn to gain an understanding, if you don’t know about someone’s mental health. Ignorance can damage.
Learn more here, why ignorance is no excuse.
I came across this via Facebook today and I felt the need to share this post here.
“What it really means to hold space for someone.” This will take you to another website called, ‘Uplift,’ where you will be able to read it there.