Puke! {Tales of a stomach bug}

Flynn sick

I got the phone call.

Flynn needed to be picked up from day care. He was sick.

I rescheduled my coaching clients and took a breather to make a cup of chai tea to take with me.

It was after all shaping up to be quite a strange day.

It started with a morning sess of yoga, which was absolute bliss.

Then went downhill faster than an aerial skier ready to take flight.

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Feeling Wobbly?

Afro American Girl Doing Sport

I stripped off my yoga pants and tops and delicately placed my cami bra and undies on the hooks in the shower at the yoga studio.  Praying that they wouldn’t fall into the shower water below.

There was only a spot outside the door for the rest of my gear.

Enjoying the warmth of the water after a yoga sess felt good.

I heard someone outside the door.

I talked to myself (in my head).

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Are your thoughts effecting your health?

Young woman with many thoughts on a purple background

As I sit here typing this on my day off from school, hacking up half a lung and not being able to sleep because the tickles on my chest are that of the not so good kind (*cheeky wink*), I get up from the couch, dust the tissues to one side and sit up at my computer to type to you.

Got to love the little toddler child for bringing home a cold from a recent birthday party.

I had a hunch that when the other child squeezed him tight and then coughed directly in his face that this was all going to go down badly in the Braybrooke household.

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Do this one thing to kick shame to the curb!

Close-up of young woman consoling depressed female friend at hom

My hands were shaking like a leaf in the wind.

My heart was pounding in my chest like a drummer beating her sticks against her drum.

I hit the Facebook Live button with a feeling of nervous energy.

You see after last week’s Facebook Live on ‘When you’re jealous and have anxiety’ I had so many people inbox me to tell me how much the tips helped.

There was also one from my ex.

And you know what it rattled me.

It peeled back the wound just a little bit further, knocking the scab a little and making it ooze just a little bit more.

So when I got onto the Facebook Live I was a little nervous.

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Confessions of a jealous ex wife

jealousClick, click.

Scroll, scroll.

My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach like the Titanic to the bottom of the sea.

I feel the slow descent of my spirit as I see my first husband has now remarried.

I’d only popped into Facebook to have a quick look. I was curious after all as to whether he had aged ungracefully like the rock stars of old (*cough* Mick Jagger style).

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How I got better after a year of sickness with this one simple hack

Laughing African American Girl With Afro.

It was a Saturday morning and I was on a phone call to my own awesome life coach. My eyeballs hurt like there were stabbing knives in them. After all, I hadn’t had a good sleep the night before. I was tired but wired and trying to do all the things: social media, writing my coursework, coaching clients, marketing, emails, and then juggling mama/wife life and teaching.

All in the name of getting ahead and living the freedom lifestyle.

I wanted to do work on my terms but I wasn’t haven’t fun anymore.

I was doing things in the name of ‘consistency’ and ‘routine.’

I have to write a blog post this week, I have to send out that email, I need to craft offerings better.

Do that course, or see that person.

I got onto the call with my scratchy throat and could feel the sneezes just building up inside my nose like a chimney that needs a good clean out.

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Fine China

Cup of coffee in woman's hands with bright pink manicure

The broken tea cup lay,
Shattered in the bin,
Discarded by someone who didn’t understand,
It’s true beauty.

‘It’s just a cup’ he said.
‘But it is my favourite’ the girl cried,
‘You can always get another one’ he continued.

No you can’t.
This one was beautiful.
And everything beautiful gets taken away from me,
It’s discarded into the bin, tossed aside like last night’s cold dinner.

It was special,
It invoked inspiration,
It reminded the girl of childlikeness and awe,
It was limited edition,
No more were made.

And here it lay,
Broken, shattered.
Apparently, meaningless.

But it wasn’t to the girl,
The girl loved beauty,
She longed for it,
She tried to find ways to bring it into her cluttered, busy, disorganised life.

A cup of tea in that cup,
Was bliss,
It transported her from an adult,
Into a wonderland of hopes and dreams.

She dreamt with that cup,
She wrote with that cup.
And now here it was broken,
No longer needed, no longer regarded,
Just discarded.

‘It could be replaced’ he said,
‘No it couldn’t.’

By Diana Braybrooke ©


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How to have more compassion for yourself.

Happy diverse group of women laughing and taking.

I stayed up late last night.

Yep, mum life right?

You stay up because you want to get all the things done, or simply just to have some down time.

Then pay for it in the morning.

This morning I was tired. I fell back to sleep after Dave got up with Flynn to be suddenly woken up by them.

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How to deal with difficult people

Two young woman having an argue on blue background

Recently, I had a troll attack my Instagram account about my anxiety tip ‘Understand your negative emotions.’

And they weren’t even like one of those friendly troll dolls we had back in the 90’s. (Remember how cool they were?)

This one was feeling ‘rage’ (her words) about how I ‘happiness wash’ anxiety because apparently a bright coloured background and butterflies on my branding.

In all honesty I teared up just a little. When I read it I felt attacked.

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How to have an inner child moment

Happy loving family. Mother and her daughter girl play tea-party

I chased the little boy around the clothes line as he dragged the long purple ribbon behind him.

As he giggled with glee and twirled the ribbon like a rhythmic gymnast I joined in pure delight with him, finding myself in fits of laughter at just how much fun it was.

Life, when you have anxiety can be anything but fun at the best of times. It’s more like a cloak of darkness over the clothes line and you’ve run into the pole.

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