From Fearful to Fearless & Back Again

It has been awhile. I have felt all the emotions returning to my blog page. The only viable explanation for my absence is fear. It’s a terrible place to dwell in, I know. You name it, I have felt it. Fear of criticism, fear of being misunderstood, fear of people I no longer care aboutContinue reading “From Fearful to Fearless & Back Again”

One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato Four…

Do you get the feeling lately that every time you ask someone for something you get redirected to another person? Maybe it’s just me and this little vent fest is all for naught? I just get the feeling that as a society—whether at work or in our social lives—we could do better to take onContinue reading “One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato Four…”

Restlessness

You know that feeling that makes you want to catch a flight on standby to anywhere? That mental restlessness that doesn’t let up until you satisfy the craving…the longing for change. This summer—with its unstable weather patterns—has ignited the restless fire within. This is one of those times where if I did not have aContinue reading “Restlessness”

Patience, or Lack Thereof

Is it just me? Please tell me it’s not just me. Yes, I know this blog is called F__It Forties which would imply that one has less patience for nonsense. However, I feel as the time ticks away—as I waffle between my mid to late forties—I find that even the slightest slight can get myContinue reading “Patience, or Lack Thereof”

25+ Things That Make A Good Day

My February blues never cease to amazingly creep up on me each and every year. I’m trying really hard to fight and push past my negative downward spiralling thoughts in the tiniest of ways. Sometimes it’s quite literally second by second moments that seem impossible to get through when my anxiety and sadness engulfs me.Continue reading “25+ Things That Make A Good Day”

The Cost of Friendship

This is a sticky subject. One I’ve attempted to tackle a number of times but repeatedly shield away from. I think I’m ready to give you my two cents worth. I’ll start off with a quote from my father (translated from Italian): “Friendships cost money. Period. If they are real friends you won’t even careContinue reading “The Cost of Friendship”