Spring is a time of “rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection and regrowth”; people of faith associate the season with new beginnings, which are represented in celebrations ranging from Easter to Holi, and people of science associate it with new life, as fledgling flora and fauna start to emerge. Personally, I associate spring with optimism.
Did you know that the famous quote “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” is actually an extract from an epic poem about grief? Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote In Memoriam over the course of 17 years following the sudden death of a close friend and it beautifully describes the experience of grief, from the initial sorrow to the eventual acceptance, in the years after a bereavement.
It’s been said that a person needs three things in order to be happy: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. Since I’ve already blogged about love and work, I think it’s about time I wrote something about hope.
I recently shared a guest post by Leanne Moden about body image, and it got me thinking about my own feelings on the subject – specifically about how today’s teenagers are exposed to so many more unrealistic images of beauty than I had to deal with when I was growing up in the mid-nineties (i.e. when the internet and mobile phones were in their infancy and social media was just a twinkle in Mark Zuckerberg’s eye).
When I started this blog, my first post was about love and I had the foresight to name it “part one” because it was inevitable that I would write about this universal subject again – as I find myself doing today. The theme of this second post about love is how absence makes the heart grow fonder; an old adage which, in my experience, is absolutely true.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been fascinated by the human body. It’s such a weird and genuinely wonderful bit of apparatus – miraculous and unnerving in equal measure – and I’m constantly amazed by the things our bodies can do. If you’ve ever seen someone give birth, or watched a friend run a marathon, then you’ll understand exactly what I mean.
I love travelling; what’s not to love about visiting different places, seeing the sights and experiencing new things? I can’t understand why some people choose to visit the same place year after year and spend most of their time on a sun lounger when there are so many other places in the world to explore. For me, travelling is about so much more than just getting some sun – it’s a way to immerse yourself in other cultures and broaden your mind.
Money may be a contentious subject to talk about, which is why it’s taken me days to write this post, but it’s a fundamental part of life. Although the amount of money we have influences our social status and determines how much control we have over our circumstances, I still believe in the old adage that money can’t buy happiness…
As a child, my time was mostly structured according to whether I was at school (where bells would ring to announce lesson time, break time, lunch time and home time) or at home (where my mum would coordinate my extra-curricular activities, meal time, bath time and homework). Now that I’m a) a grown-up and b) a freelance writer, I decide to how to structure my time – which can be both a blessing and a curse…
My mum always told me that when I grew up, I could do anything that I put my mind to and she would be proud of me no matter what, as long as I did my best and was happy. Although she was right to try and instil the belief that anything is possible, when I took my first steps into the working world I soon realised that my career would be determined by more than just talent, choices and hard work…