Wimp #SoCS

This post is part of Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS.

I’ve never published a post without editing it first. The perfectionist in me cringes at the thought. But I know sometimes I should just relax and have more fun with the blog, because that’s the reason I started this particular one in the first place. Soooo……I decided that taking part in Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday would be excellent practice for me.

The prompt this week is one word; Nerve

Wimp

If I had the nerve, I would go scuba diving. To swim in the ocean with sea life must be one of the most amazing experiences in the world.

If I had the nerve, I would put on a parachute and jump from a plane. Flying without wings!

If I had the nerve, I would train to be an astronaut and visit the moon. 

The thoughts of doing any of these things make me quiver. I’m such a wimp!

How to Cope With the Teetotaller in Your Life.

I was once guilty of teetotaller shaming. Yes, there is such a thing. I’m sorry all you mineral drinkers out there who were victims of my ignorant past.

In the last few years I’ve gone through spells of eliminating alcohol from my diet. Not for any one reason, more for a combination of reasons. And don’t blame Glo for this. We’re singing off the same hymn sheet today. 

During my spells of sobriety, I unearthed all sorts of truths about living an alcohol-free life. The lies I was led to believe by…people…I don’t even know who exactly told me these lies…but I believed them. Myths and misconceptions about the alcohol-free people. 

Are you one of those people who feel intimidated by a person who doesn’t drink alcohol? Are you scared of them? There’s no need to be afraid anymore. None of what you’ve been told is true. Trust me, you’re gonna love me for this!

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Dumping Friend A and Friend B

You can’t beat having good friends. Two of my reliables, Friend A and Friend B, invited me to Donegal for the weekend. They said I needed a wee break. Aw, they’re just lovely…so they are. When I told them I couldn’t afford to take the time off from my writing they were very understanding, and offered to spend the weekend helping me. Continue reading