The sword 🗡️ i’ll die on

​Hi friends, I’ve missed you. 

Let’s start with more thoughts on my last entry and an update on my sister. She has been back to work for 3 days and is now signed off for a month due to poor mental health. This is sad but not unexpected. (See behaviour in previous blog entries). I canned my dad and explained how he needs to lay off her. He doesn’t mean to, he just comes from a different generation and mentally. While he was married it was my mom who would do it all for him. Then I stupidly took that mantle on, before jumping ship to the UK. For years sister lived away but has been back for the last 3 years. Regardless of my dad asking for help, my family have had zero boundaries. It’s why it’s a mess. Now I thrive in my boundaries. 

Also going back to the last entry, please can everyone go read Notes on Being a Man by Scott Galloway. It’s a mix of a memoir, his thought and advice. It also had lots of statics too. Scott has 2 sons, when the family have guests staying over, the boys need to go out and get the luggage of the guests and bring it into the house. When they are at the table, they have to offer water and pour for others and then their own. I LOVE SCOTT! I will raise my children this way. My bro wasn’t raised this way, maybe he doesn’t know any better. PS. My girls will also have impeccable manners. 

If the entire world could start with pleas and thank you, that would be a start. 

I was telling a friend recently that I don’t have much to report. This is the truth. This is the amazing truth. For years and years, actually my entire life I have lived off of drama. It’s mostly been subconscious, but if you know me, I have a story to tell. I guess you could say that I still do but the story has changed. Now it’s just about how calm I feel. 

Let’s start with the title of this entry. The sword I’ll die on. I don’t know anyone as opinionated as I am. Mix that with passion and you get moi! 

I was going to write a list but I’ll just explain how I’ve changed or how I changed my mind. 

I grew up as a typical feminist. That’s far from who I am now. You can believe in women’s right and not be a feminist. I was totally fixed on keeping my family name. Hell no was I going to take HIS name. I’m so taking his name and I’m very cool with belonging to him (PS. I haven’t found him yet)

I was a vegan for 13 years and I was sure I was going to be that way until death and that is how I would die. No thank you! I’m very much enjoying the typical human diet with an emphasis on healthy food, not processed. 

I thought I wanted a career, I’m very happy to drop that one too. I’ll be the CEO of the family household and play an active role as the mother of my children and the girlfriend to my husband. 

Once upon a time I trusted the system, the paradigm, the medical industrial complex. Now that’s over my dead body! I question everything and think for myself. I’m not a sheep. 🐑 I’ll never vaccinate my offspring, wrap them or me in plastic (synthetics), give them technology etc. How many more studies or news paper articles does society need to understand the side effects of all of these “helpful” things. Gosh I just think of the millions of people that have their head in a microwave daily. Yes that’s the same as wearing Bluetooth wireless headphones. It’s all frequencies. The human body has lasted for so so long but with all these modifications, what do people expect. Strip it back and question what you eat, what you wear, what you put on your body, what you cook your food on. I’ve been far down the road for 8 plus years now. 

What else! I still care for nice things but depending on the item, brands don’t matter to me. I would say it’s about the ingredients. There was an article today in the Times about a Gail’s sandwich that has more salt than a McDonals Bigmac. Just because Gail’s is pretty and pricey, it’s doesn’t actually make the product better or healthier. 

That’s it for now, I’ve come to a blank so it might be bedtime.