UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Author: Mae Faurel

  • Not Every Detail Deserves Attention…

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    Nosy, Nosy, WP Well now, WP, you’re at it again with the prying questions. “What details of your life could you pay more attention to?” Honestly, I’ve no idea where to go with this one, because if I started paying attention to every little thing, I’d be tripping over myself. Could I pay more attention…

  • First Things First: Open Eyes, Have Tea…

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    Honestly? Waking up in the morning! That’s the big one. If I manage that, then I’ve already beaten the odds, ticked off the most important box, and frankly, the rest is pure gravy. See, the world is obsessed with lists. Endless lists. People write things like “clear email inbox,” “run 5K before sunrise,” “smile at…

  • The Real Work: Breaking the Myth of “Hard Work”…

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    Well WP. I really had to think about this one! I even had to eat breakfast before I started writing😂 When you ask, “How does hard work make you feel fulfilled?” I can’t help but smirk. Hard work? Depends on what you mean by that. If you’re talking about the old myth society loves to…

  • The Stubborn Art of Rising…

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    Well, that’s a good question, isn’t it WP? A trick question, even, because traits aren’t simple things. They’re layered like an old cake, some sweet, some a bit stale, but all part of the recipe that makes you. For me, the trait I value most is resilience. Not the kind of resilience that pretends it’s…

  • Director of Turf Logistics…

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    Three jobs? Oh, come now, WP, at this stage of life, the very last thing I want is a job! Why would I go back to the grind? I’ve spent years dancing to alarm clocks, being herded by bosses, and ticking boxes on forms nobody even reads. Not for love, not for money, and certainly…

  • Sir Percival’s Paw-litics of Consciousness…

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    “Listen carefully, because I don’t repeat myself, unless it involves food.” From my vantage point, which now includes both celestial rafters and the occasional phantom armchair, I see your so-called ‘shift in consciousness. You humans are acting like it’s some grand revelation, but to me, it looks like when a kitten finally notices its tail.…

  • Roots, Runes, and the Stars We Forget…

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    Oh, where to start! Let’s begin with the Irish blood in my veins, the stubbornness, the humour that refuses to be silenced, the way we carry stories like fire through the generations. I am proud of the whispers of the druids, who knew the land and the stars better than anyone today, who honored the…

  • Darling, While They Sleep, We’re Out Here Counting Stars…

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    Are We Living in a Shift of Consciousness? Sometimes I look around at the pure ridiculousness of the world and think: Is this really happening? Politics, media, tech, money games, it’s like a giant circus. But behind the noise, I can’t help but wonder: are we going through a shift in consciousness? For those who…

  • No Logos Needed…

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    Well, absolutely none! I used to fall for it, sure, the whole brand-name this and brand-name that. But I soon caught on that all I was doing was paying good money to walk around as free advertising for them. Why would I? I had no intention of being a human billboard. Brands try to sell…

  • Driving in Ireland: Pay, Pray, and Fail Again…

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    Where Did September Go? I’m sitting here wondering where the hell September has gone. Honestly, I had plans stacked up like dominoes, and now they’re all toppling over while I’m scrambling to catch up. But at least I managed to book my NCT. Oh yes, the great Irish rite of passage. Forget confirmation, graduation, or…