childhood

The second thing you need to do is to stop listening to everyone else telling you that you did this, that, or the other thing wrong. You can't change the past (well unless you have a time machine and if you do then I'd love you to give me a call there's a few things I'd like to erase).
In fact, give yourself a break, because not only are you trying to figure out what you want, you're also trying to figure out what another human being wants, when they don't even know themselves...
Sometimes an event pierces the membrane of our life: the loss of a loved one, the end of a relationship, an unexpected dismissal
Even something as simple as sharing, translated into adulthood, could manifest as; someone who never offers to make the tea for others; someone who takes a large piece of office birthday cake; an individual who is incapable of working as part of a team...
If you look at the photographs taken on my very first flip-phone, amongst the chunks of too-big pixels you'll see that, together with my too-short fringe, I embraced all the great 00's beauty trends.
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She's daring and not afraid to speak out to anyone that will listen. I love this quality of hers, it inspires me to overcome my anxiety and push it as far to the back of my mind as I possibly can. There are a few things we can all do to try and not let our anxiety rub off onto our children...
Naidoo posted a video of herself dancing as a child on Instagram on Monday and, as she puts it, she really did dance to her own rhythm.
It's not that I don't want to spend the money on them. It's that I think in the eyes of a child, innocent and simple, all that matters is that the are loved. Something every child has a right to. For me the day is about making memories to smile about and that doesn't cost a penny. Surely happy memories are the greatest gifts of all.
The seven years were mixed with good news and bad news. Cancer gone, cancer reappearing. At the same time, and I suspect to have a semblance of normality, my brother decided to pursue his studies and become a medical doctor. Equally and perhaps with a sense of urgency he also married and celebrated the arrival of a son soon afterwards, when he was only twenty-one.