Tag: Life
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Writing It Out…
Well, I guess I’ve always written in one way or another, though not the way I do now. Back in the day, it was things like employee manuals, business correspondence, and all that serious, structured stuff. Before that, as a teenager, I kept a diary… until my Mam read it. That was the end of…
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When Gratitude Has to Fight Dirty…
I’d like to say gratitude, and honestly, most days, that’s the truth. I can be in the middle of washing dishes, and suddenly I’m grateful for the smell of fresh bread drifting from the oven, or for a friend’s child laughing so hard they hiccup. Gratitude’s like that, it sneaks up on you in the…
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How Ideas Find Me (Whether I Like It or Not)…
Where Do My Quare Ideas Come From? Someone asked me the other day where I get my quare ideas for my posts. Now, I wish I could tell you there was some grand, mystical process. I sit in a candlelit room, summoning the muses while wearing a flowing robe, and they whisper inspiration into my…
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Keep Calm and Mind the Turf…
Keep Calm and Mind the Turf… Some countries have emergency preparedness plans that involve complicated kits, evacuation routes, and color-coded threat levels. In Ireland? We’re a bit more… practical. Step 1: Check the weather.This is less about knowing what’s coming and more about preparing yourself for the fact that the forecast will be wrong anyway.…
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Why ‘Me’ Needs a Holiday…
The Most Overused Word? If I had to pick a word that’s overused these days, I’d say “me.”Not because the letters offend me, or because I want to erase individuality, but because “me” has become the gravitational center of far too many conversations, posts, and decisions. We live in an era where “me” gets first,…
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Bully’s Lost in Space, and I’m at Peace…
What Brings Me Peace? Peace is not a scented candle, a yoga mat, or the sound of gentle rain, though all those are nice in theory, until the cat knocks over the candle, the yoga mat curls itself into a trip hazard, and the rain turns into an Irish downpour that soaks you from the…
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Devotion Over Diplomas…
Now this one? I’ve got my opinions. Buckle up. First off, what even is a profession? If we’re talking about the kind that requires you to be “properly” educated, trained, and certified by the same system that keeps most of us stuck, then no, I don’t admire professions. I question them. Because who decides what…
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The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 2 …
The Spin Cycle… The night after we buried Dad, it was just Bully Junior and me. I cracked open a bottle of wine and poured a glass for him. He said he wasn’t feeling well. We sat in silence. Not peaceful silence, just blank space. Grief. Tension. Avoidance. Then off he went to bed. I…
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The Shop That Sells Nothing…
Now this is a tough one. Because, truth be told, opening a shop is the last thing I’d ever want to do. Shops mean transactions. Price tags. Plastic shelves full of items we don’t need but somehow buy anyway. Honestly, in my head, we were better off without them. I’m more into the barter system,…
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