tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67438794317332864962024-02-08T02:04:32.917+00:00Take All ChancesTake All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.comBlogger400125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-4891637461611583442014-06-18T20:13:00.000+01:002014-06-18T20:13:54.672+01:00Goodbye to my blog...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It has been rather quiet on Take All Chances lately and that has not been a choice I wanted to make. When I first started my blog, it was annoymous and I wrote what I wanted. As the years (yes, years) went on, I felt more comfortable to let people know that I blogged. I even began to let people see my design. I never expected anyone I knew to read it. Or at least if they did I would know. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have always said exactly what was on my mind and found this place to be invaluable in supporting myself. Through the blog I have made a range of friends, as well as lifelong friends (That's you Miss Rebecca!). By being able to feel I can post my thoughts allowed me to be honest and sort through my mind.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I did not realise, that for years, my inner thoughts have maybe not been as annoymous as I have thought. What I post on here is not exactly things I don't share with my friends, but it is topics and thoughts which maybe are not the easiest to share or thoughts which I choose who and when I will share them with. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't feel like I am able to feel comfortable posting on my blog, the inner thoughts and my full honesty anymore. That is a sad time for me as my blog has always been something which I have loved and felt proud of. It gave me a reason and a voice when I sometimes felt like I had neither. So today, I am posting my last post on my blog. I have enjoyed my time blogging, and hopefully in the future I will be back on some other blog. When I am, I pretty sure I will be connecting with some of you wonderful people once again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But as for Take All Chances, it is not a place where I feel comfortable or think I am able to find the joy in posting anymore. I want to thank all you fabulous bloggers in supporting me in my little world for so many years and I would be so happy to have emails from those who would like to stay in contact. Feel free to email me:<br /><br />takeallchances (@) gmail (dot) com</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Typing this post has made me genuinely upset and I am sad to see my 4 years (plus) end here. But, I hope to be back sooner rather than later in some other form! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I then did it a 2nd and 3rd time over the following week and a half, in the same areas mainly but added an extra one. Again, nothing deep and large. I didn't bother covering my arms because I like to see them. I notice other people glance at them and nothing is said. I haven't had anyone ask me what's happened, or have I caught myself anywhere. No one asks.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have discussed this with my therapist to try and rationalise my thoughts and actions. It is good to be able to discuss something, which I know logically is not a good outlet for my depression, with someone who doesn't judge and can talk about it with me. This weekend I talked about my current struggle with food. When I become anxious I eat less and lately, as I have took another dip, eating has too. I blame the anti depressants for messing with my stomach and myslef for forgetting to take stomach tablets or anxiety. She however raised the thought that my control of what I eat and when could also be some sort of self harm which could become more serious.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This actually rang true. I had never thought of it like that. But now I think, I often have thoughts of, "Well I'll just not eat lunch" as if I am punishing myself or others. Again, logically this is wrong. But how do you battle these thoughts? How do you turn these negatives into positives when in the moment all you want to do is find some way of seeing the pain on the outside?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I never thought I would be the girl to self harm. But I also didn't think I would be the girl to suffer with depression and anxiety. Life shocks us sometimes and we gotta keep going and find the ways to work around these and accept our lot.</span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-70731815325789399602014-05-10T18:38:00.002+01:002014-05-10T18:38:55.235+01:00I'm just a girl...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* I'm just a girl that uses no food as punishment when I am feeling sad.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* I'm just a girl who needs anti-depressants to function on a daily basis.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* I'm just the girl who will try and push everyone away from me thinking it's best for them. </span></span></div>
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<br />Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-67924087455037968492014-04-28T15:58:00.001+01:002014-04-28T15:58:55.577+01:00I'm still here...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this is awkward, Ive had such a break I almost don't know how to blog anymore. I didn't make a conscious decision to step away from my blog, it just sorta happened. I was beginning to feel better and that was great, but I was still suffering from extreme fatigue and the blogging was the part which had to go.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Having been on a new set of anti-depressants since February, I can finally say I am beginning to see a massive improvement in myself and others are no noticing too. I would say within the past 5 weeks I have felt more stable and in the last 2 I have seen a improvement in my energy and mood. I can't explain how good this makes me feel, I've been on anti-depressants since September and I have suffered with clinical depression since last January without even accepting it. As well as anxiety and stress. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now that I am starting to feel part of life again, I can see (finally) how far I have come and the strength which I have shown. Feeling like I was making progress was something I could not do, but now I have the big step I can see it. I feel like I am in life now and not just watching it pass me by. I can't say I will be back to blogging with the frequency I once was. But I will be blogging when I feel like I can. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Part of getting myself better is not placing expectations on myself and then feeling disappointed when I can not meet them. As much as I love blogging, I have to apply it to this as well. All parts of my life, whether it's work, fun times, shopping etc. I have to set boundaries. Small steps at a time.</span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-29173932695410481112014-03-21T20:16:00.003+00:002014-03-21T20:17:15.348+00:00'It'd be nice if you could pull me into town...'<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This week has been (dare I say it) a relatively good week for me. After my temper tantrum Saturday and a relaxed Sunday I have been trying to focus on my calmness and the acceptance that each day may not be easy. I felt a lot of anxiety on Monday and sat writing down my 'anxieties' while I had breakfast which worked well - it was as if that helped me to 'let go'. Maybe now is the time I am ready to begin thinking more toward CBT? It's too early to say, all I can say is that I have had a number of happy moments this week and I have had drive.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I came across a few things on Pinterest which I have looked at in
mornings to cheer me and which make me laugh. Now it has been years
since I have watched Napoleon Dynamite but I cam across some movie
stills and quotes which have just cheered me up no end today so I wanted
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-57825636462151027932014-03-20T22:28:00.004+00:002014-03-20T22:28:52.256+00:00Time to be happy<div style="text-align: center;">
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-91297457145630939382014-03-19T21:27:00.000+00:002014-03-19T21:27:13.874+00:00I did not want to carry it with me anymore - finding a calmness.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My latest weekend was much improved to the previous. I had more drive and actually did things other than just sleep. However, I had anger, lots of anger. I was angry at my predicament, angry that I am not getting better fast enough and angry that some days I feel so far from 'myself' that I am not sure I will ever find 'her' again. <br /><br />Sunday morning was another early phone call with Miss Australia. We discussed how we were getting along, now we were coping and what things were positive and good in our lives. Slowing down was quite a big part of the conversation. I know myself that I buzz about, doing anything and everything to keep busy when at work - or at least I used to. Now, I find myself lethargic all the time and craving so much sleep that it is beyond normal. But I still try and push myself, I still try to run around like a crazy woman who squeezes 48 hours into 24.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have begun to realise that I can not do that right now. It is not fair to try and push my body to do that when it is screaming at me to SLOW DOWN. So I have decided to try and listen. Slowing down is not going to do harm after all. I decided that I need to let go of what I 'expect' and 'want' to be able to do, but listen to what I am able to do. Some things I need to let go. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not just in my work life, but also in my personal life. There are things I don't want or even need. Clinging and fighting are just ways to make myself more tired and cause the ongoing battle with my depression even worse. Looking after myself should be my number one priority. As the week has gone past, I have felt somewhat lighter and I wouldn't exactly say happy, but a little calmer. Understanding what I can deal with, what I can't deal with and what I shouldn't have to deal with has settled me a little. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This settled feeling is nice. It has been some time since I have felt remotely settled. The happiness can take its time, it will be there again soon (I hope) or at least some minor form. But for this week, I am happy with 'settled'. This could change in a flash, after all the way I feel is purely dictated from the moment I open my eyes of a morning. There is no control, just how I wake up sets the tone for the day.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But maybe if I can hold on to some of this calmness and realisation of my own limitations and boundaries I can start to find moments of happiness to start building a new 'me'. A less fragile 'me'. I can only try. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-64384368796806038462014-03-14T19:15:00.000+00:002014-03-14T19:15:05.420+00:00I almost had an 'I need a guy moment'.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm so pleased it's the weekend. Its been a long, long week! By the end I feel like I have accomplished quite a lot at work but the start is something I would like to forget. I was planning to visit my friend tonight but I just didn't have the energy. I felt like I was falling asleep on the way back home from work, let alone driving home later tonight. So a night in (as usual) is on the cards.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lately I have been feeling a little lonely some days. Like I want a relationship and I want to have the comfort of someone else even just to watch trashy tv shows with and snuggle on the sofa. I feel like this is a good sign. I am beginning to feel the urge to actually want to socialise. It can go as quick as it comes though and is replaced with crippling anxiety. Other times, I just wonder if I could actually trust a guy in my life right now. I haven't had that much luck in the past to prove otherwise. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-42998732054807156172014-03-13T19:00:00.000+00:002014-03-13T19:00:09.203+00:00Who do you wish you were?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was in touch with Miss Australia last weekend. I met her while travelling America and I also visited her out in Australia where we travelled and had a fabulous time together. As of late, we have both been suffering from issues and she has been moving about Australia. We finally managed to speak to one another on the phone since Christmas. <br /><br />Miss Australia is one of the most positive people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and I am so honoured to call her not just my friend, my best friend. Miss Australia helped me start to discover a more spiritual and positive side to my personality. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I spoke to her she said, <i>" You still sound exactly like the same Missy I know. Happy and positive. You taught me how to indulge myself and look after myself, that's something I won't ever forget." </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My acceptance and understanding is so foggy right now that I can't see the person I want to be. Perhaps I am trying to be someone else so badly that I have lost control of my identity which other people still see. It's quite an interesting thought, and one which I will be bringing up with my therapist this weekend. What if I am just too far removed from myself now that I can't find myself when I am right here?</span></span><br />
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<br />Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-41511783200997560432014-03-10T17:03:00.000+00:002014-03-10T17:10:07.669+00:00Hope - still believe even when it's hard.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hope. Such a small word but such a big meaning. All around us, people are holding out hope for various reasons. To me, hope is fading in and out right now. It never really goes, it sometimes just is so small to see and feel that I have to work extra hard to find it. My hope of feeling better and the fog of depression lifting is not easy. Too often I am still up and down. <br /><br />Yesterday was a difficult day, I spend most of it in bed - absolutely zonked. I was then back to bed early. I woke up fine but by the time I had finished my breakfast, it hit me. Anxiety and panic. I sat, unable to move, unable to start getting dressed or washing my face. I was paralysed with fear and anxiety about work. Not the job itself, just the actual going out and putting on my 'I'm fine' face. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This has happened before and I always manage to push past it and make it into work. Today, I couldn't. As I sat, trying to reason with myself and coax myself into standing up, to walking to the bathroom, to wash my face etc etc my body would not react. For once my mind over ruled everything. Nothing was going to happen. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I then had to call work and after the way my acting head teacher (deputy) was during my phase back, I was even more panicked about calling. To put it politely, he has been a bit of a dick about things and I have not been supported. I feel this could be the contribution to the anxiety I feel for the place. So with shaking hands I called and told them I had been sick. I was too scared to tell him the truth, worried that in some way it would be held against me. <br /><br />At this point, my hope today was at an all time low. I was disappointed at myself that I could not push through and felt like I had taken the easy option out. But as I lay in bed, I realised that I was looking after me. Thinking my boss would use the fact that I was suffering against me, made me realise that I have to look after myself because not many others will. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know some people would laugh and wonder how I couldn't go in to work. They may also laugh at me 'not really being ill' because it was not able to be seen. But it is so real to me. The moment of waking every day not knowing which 'me' I am going to be. I miss just waking up and going about my day, happy and getting things done. Having the occasional deadline freak out but getting it done and celebrating with a night out. I still have the hope that I am there. But I know some days this hope will be hard to find. I have to rely on myself as there is no one helping me find it. As great as my friends are, I just want someone to tell me it's going to be ok and hug me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have spend most of the day in bed just laying and thinking and dosing off into a dreamworld. I finally got up at 2pm for some food and I am now contemplating my next move after this blog post. I found a list of positive distractions on Pinterest. I think I may bake, again I can feel the panic rising that I am setting myself a task to do but I know once I get motivated I will enjoy it and it will take my mind off things. Plus, I get to eat sweet and tasty treats afterwards. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-63802105284285845382014-03-08T16:33:00.001+00:002014-03-08T16:33:15.669+00:005 reasons why I love being a woman!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today is International Woman's Day so I thought I would share some reasons why I love being a woman. It is not always easy to be a woman but it can definitely be fun!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u><b><br />1: I can cry when I want </b></u></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Emotions - the bain of my life sometimes but I love that I can let them go and just cry sometimes. As woman, we are sometimes berated for showing feelings and we're made to feel like we should lock things up inside. No. We shouldn't. We feel emotions and we should let them go. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where would I be without the invention of make up? Holed up in my home more than likely. For years I suffered with bad skin and only the use of makeup helped me become confident to go out. If Cleopatra wore makeup, I can and I can be happy to wear it. I don't care if it 'hides' me or men think I look better 'natural'. I love doing m eyes and finding new products and feeling pretty. Who doesn't like that right<span style="color: #0000ee;">?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We, as women, have our own language. Do we mean what we're saying? Yes we do, but maybe we don't? You'll never really know. I sit with my friends and I can read everyone of them. Sit with a group of men and they never quite know where they are, they just always know I am right. Being so open showing our emotions, sometimes words are the only thing we can use to protect us. So go ahead, ask me if I really am 'fine' today. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-90595096922267679142014-03-07T19:06:00.000+00:002014-03-07T19:16:58.514+00:00Prozac Nation - Feels like we're all in that place.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I watched a film last week which really struck a chord with me. Prozac Nation. It is based on memoir by Elizabeth Wurtzel. During her University years, she suffered from depression and it chronicles the down spiral and her time of getting better.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the film, Elizabeth struggles to accept her depression and this means it becomes more difficult for her to seek and also accept help. I can attest to this feeling. The feeling that you are spiralling down and you can't stop the spiralling but at the same time pretending that everything is fine. </span></span><br />
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pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is a classic moment
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suddenly.' When someone asks how I lost my mind, that is all I can say
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is beyond true. I can't pinpoint the moment, it was slowly then all of sudden it was as if I just fell of a ledge and that was it. The moment that you know you have depression is a shock. It still doesn't make it easy to accept help. It was at this point I decided to seek help.<br /><br />My doctor, who had been calling me back to see her every 3 weeks for the previous 10 months, was amazing and when I spoke to her she was happy to help. I knew she had been waiting for me to understand what was happening, unlike some doctors who would happily just write out prescription upon prescription. <br /><br />Telling my friends and parents was a different story. I felt comfortable with my doctor but telling my parents I was so unwell was difficult. After having seen them go through so much with the illness and loss of my big brother, I didn't want to make them worry even more. In the movie, Elizabeth's mam comes into her dorm room and complains how untidy the place while she just lies there. I didn't want this, I didn't want the fussing.<br /><br />When I was at my worst, I could not get out of bed. I would lie and hope for the want to move but I couldn't, I would lie and want to move but not be able to. Work was near impossible, every morning I would cry and feel so fatigued. The tiredness became a painful darkness. Not just a tiredness which you feel better about when you have a sleep, a tiredness which gets heavier and weighs you down. </span></span></div>
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-41547341303095717672014-03-06T22:17:00.001+00:002014-03-06T22:17:34.249+00:00Inspiration - Pinterest edition<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have been slightly MIA this week - I have been so tired of an evening. I think since increasing my medication dose, I have felt a lot more tired and 'sedated' this week. I am pretty sure this will be a start up side effect. On the plus side, I am sleeping more. Every cloud has a sliver lining I guess. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-13641580896295491602014-02-28T20:14:00.000+00:002014-02-28T20:14:26.079+00:00Never throw anyone out. <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just wanted to share a quote with you all today. I haven't been the easiest to be around lately and I am thankful for those friends who have not thrown me out. I have a number of friends but feel that I can count 3 that have helped and supported me. Others have distanced themselves and readily accepted the distance which I have created. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-29628088301420071422014-02-27T21:36:00.002+00:002014-02-27T21:36:29.418+00:00Love ... Like Crazy.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I haven't exactly had it easy in the love life department lately. I have myself pushing friends away so having time for romance has not really been on the agenda. The one person who I had let myself trust however, made me realise that my fear of rejection was correct. That I need my walls because when I finally let them down, he vanished. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He has since came back but I just find it difficult to deal with the 'just friends' tag. I said I was fine to myself but I am not. I realise now that I fell and fell hard. Where I go from here I do not know. I tried to push him away and annoy him so much I would not hear from him, which he always said would not happen. But it seems like I was pretty good as I have not heard in 3 days now. Maybe he's busy or maybe I was just successful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Either way I am at a crossroads here and I am going to sit down. I don't like making decisions and I can not deal with emotionally draining situations right now. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-71306847442958205382014-02-25T20:07:00.000+00:002014-02-25T20:07:06.526+00:00Sometimes you need to start working on a comeback plan.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today I was inspired by <a href="http://www.travel-babbles.com/" target="_blank">Kym over at Travel Babbles</a> - such a strong woman and she is dealing with so much and doing it so well. She spoke about having a comeback plan and it made me think about myself and how I should start thinking about a comeback.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As my therapist and I discuss, we change through our life and when you go through difficult times, we evolve even more so. This is something I have not taken to well. I dislike change. I don't like not feeling like I am my 'usual self'. But I am working on accepting that I can still 'be myself' but I will have certain parts of me change. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So how does a comeback come in here? I need one basically. I need to get sorted and try to get back on track. At the weekend I spent a night away with my best friend. We partied, laughed and had fun. It was definitely what I needed. I was a party girl and lately, partying has been the last thing on my mind. But it was good to get that side back for a little. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By ways of working out, I am trying to get to my pole class twice a week. I like my sessions and I always feel like I have accomplished something. By sticking to them I think I will get my strength back, feel happier (endorphins are my friends) and obviously develop some kick ass skills.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My food shopping is something I need to get working on again. I have lately been finding my appetite gone, gone, gone. Eating healthy is really important and I do feel better for it. Now I'm back to work full time, I am making sure I have my salads for lunches. I have been rather naughty with take away food but I am giving myself a bit of leeway. Part of my comeback needs to start from within - eating healthy is the best way to start.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Part of my comeback needs to be me accepting myself and through therapy sessions this is beginning. I honestly think that everyone should see a therapist, it is so nice to speak to someone about anything and everything and have no judgement. It allows me to have another view of myself and through talk, I can work through my thoughts. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My comeback doesn't sound too difficult but for me it is a bit of a mountain. When I am experiencing down days I don't want to do anything. I just want to curl up and be alone. So the whole comeback kinda goes off the rails but all I can do is try and keep going. It will fall in to place eventually, I just have to show some patience (not my best feature). </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-76491440322144611652014-02-21T11:18:00.001+00:002014-02-21T11:18:38.927+00:00You are enough.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You are important, don't forget that. Caring for others is important but if you don't care for yourself, or praise yourself you will find things difficult. Earlier in the week I wrote about saying nice things to yourself. Today I want you to be kind to yourself and accept things can go wrong, change, be amazing then not so good. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I made a decision out of my pure stubborn attitude a couple days ago and I knew this was not good for me. I felt like I had to prove something to myself, that I didn't need any anti-depression medication at all. But deep down I realised I wasn't doing this for me, I was doing it for those who say we shouldn't use medication, those who don't believe in depression being 'bad' and it turns out I was just hurting myself.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By the time last night night came I was out of it, I was shaking and dizzy and feeling downright awful. I sat and thought - What the hell am I doing this for? Why am I putting myself through this for others? I am important and this is certainly not helping me. So I decided to get back onto them and quite frankly screw anyone who thinks I shouldn't be taking them. If I want to stop I will do it the safe way and consult my doctor. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We have nothing to prove to others, we need to prove things to ourself and do what is best for our health and life. I made a rash decision, it made me realise that I still have my fight in me but that I need to do it for me and no one else.</span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-7941688147613972052014-02-18T18:03:00.000+00:002014-02-18T18:03:39.757+00:00What kind words have you said to yourself today?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have been told, a number of times this last few months, that I am too hard on myself. When I was struggling and not understanding what was actually wrong with me, I was unbelievably rough on myself. On my bad days I would often tell myself, "Pull yourself together, what's wrong with you?" and then push to get on with the day. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am now learning to not be so hard on myself. I am a natural nurturer with others and I am often identified as the teacher who can deal with the troubled children and provide the emotional support. My calming nature is a positive side of me but I don't give the emotional support to myself. I have been told I set myself too high expectations and sometimes when I push on, I should just accept that I can't change my mood and let it be. This I am getting better with. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am having to start pushing back the negative thoughts and the blame I put on myself and start replacing them with positive thoughts. Easy? Not so much! I struggle to take a compliment some days. Yesterday I was positive towards myself and was encouraged by a positive day and the accomplishment of many things on my to do list. I was happy with this and thought I had done well. Today, I got myself up and about and went into school. I was able to get some more of my to do list completed in school which was again, great stuff!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want to say to 'me' today, I am making small steps, I am accepting the days when I am not quite 'me' and dealing with that. I am also adjusting to life back at work, it isn't easy but I am getting things done. So when I feel like I am not making progress I need to stop and think to myself: What kinds words can I say to myself today?</span></span></div>
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<br />Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-9377061339610910422014-02-17T17:28:00.001+00:002014-02-17T17:28:19.814+00:00Experiencing 'the mean reds' - Audrey Hepburn style<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today is good day, today is the first day in about a week in which I have felt more like 'myself'. I am going to be honest and say that I am not finding this moment of my life the easiest. I am trying to find myself and deal with my 'issues'. 'Issues' is the only word which I can use to put all my problems into one place.<br /><br />Last week I began to feel down again, down and tired. The off days were happening. I felt them beginning on Tuesday, I woke up feeling bad. I cried while getting ready but got dressed, put on my face and went to work. I am beginning to become easier on myself and I just deal with days as they happen. But I knew this was a step back and I was afraid and unhappy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The blues are exactly that, blues. The reds are what I feel depression is. The reds are worse than the blues, they are a place which is difficult to get past. That was how I felt and that was how my week was going. I don't want to sound negative but there was nothing I could do but just ride it out.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now I am back working, I can't just stay in bed. I have to keep my life going, as difficult as it can be. I would usually indulge but to be honest my appetite had pretty much gone and I was having breakfast and a bag of crisps and that was all. By the time it hit Friday, Valentine's Day, my very best friend came to visit and cheer me up. We ate pizzas and chocolate and watched The Office. When she left, I felt a bit better but was pleased to get to bed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had a sigh of relief when I knew it was the weekend. My mood had dropped, my concentration gone and I was ready to sleep. So after a lie in Saturday, I spent the afternoon watching hockey but the reds were still there. I gave in Saturday at 7pm and went to bed. I slept and took a sleeping pill to keep me asleep, I hoped to sleep it off. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Experiencing 'the reds' are not easy and it is something I have to get used to and not work against. I know it is difficult for others to understand and I also worry about how people feel being around me but it's me. I know I have a couple close friends who will support me no matter what. However, I feel like it will be difficult for a partner to deal with this and I do wonder if a guy will actually want to be with me when I have times like this. I suppose it's nothing which I can control, I can only control my own life. I am working through this and it is all still so new to me, I guess I'm doing alright. </span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-26826872147575386672014-02-14T18:22:00.001+00:002014-02-14T18:22:06.628+00:00Having your heart broken the day before Valentine's is not fun.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today is Valentine's Day, or as single people know it as - "Day you're made to feel like crap for being alone" Day. I am not lucky in love, I never have been. My twin met her boyfriend on a night out in Uni, 7 years later married. It was all very linear and dare I say easy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">However, I am so fragile right night, that is the first thought. It upsets me and I wonder if I have just been a silly girl to read too much into things or whether I have just been 'played' ? Am I not attractive enough for him?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To move to a positive note, I am spending time with my girl love!! She is visiting for a night in with pizza, The Office and good chatter. I may not have a man in my life but I have amazing friends and for that I am extremely grateful!</span></span><br />
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-77805714899366650002014-02-12T15:00:00.000+00:002014-02-12T19:01:32.460+00:00I heart bloggers!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I love blogging and I love making connections with new bloggers. From the beginning, the friendships and the community is what I liked. Over time I have made some great friends while blogging and I've come across some amazingly talented and strong individuals. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blogging isn't always easy. It takes time, patience and creativity! I often lack all three of the pre requisites. But I keep going. Most people I have connected with are lifestyle bloggers, this can be tricky sometimes because sharing your life means sharing the ups and downs. I'm not great at this but through writing I find it easier. Putting yourself, your feelings and your life out there is brave. </span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.foreverafterundecided.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u><b>Rebecca at Forever after Undecided</b></u></span></span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Myself and Rebecca have been blog buddies for years now. We text, Skype, type and send cards to one another. We bitch about life, boys and work. We generally speak on a daily basis but with my issues lately I have been having a few bad days so we had less contact. To show our link, I text her at the exact same moment she emailed me. She blogs about her life in LA, family and friends in Germany and has a fabulous fashion sense! I love Rebecca for her support at my worst time. Go check her out:</span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.travel-babbles.com/" target="_blank"><b><u><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kym at Travel Babbles</span></span></u></b></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What can I say about Kym? If you're on my blog, chances are you have come across Kym. She is a fabulous woman who is strong, caring and loyal. I stumbled across her blog due to the hockey link (I think her husband is a hockey player - is that right Kym?! haha). But there is so much more to this woman. Kym is one of THE most honest bloggers you will find. From blog stealer's, to her wedding, to the pains life brings, to the constant moving - she gives it all. Oh, and she also shares pictures of her beautiful Brutus (her dog friend!).Kym is another who has supported me through the tough times.... and online stalker! Kym- you are amazing girl! Keep going and stay strong!</span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sarah is hilarious. I could leave it at that but I won't. It may sound like I am selling her short (I'm not - seriously, read her blog and you will figure that out). Sarah is another girl, who like me, loves sports but also loves being that bit girly! You want to know about Football? Go to her, funny and factual. Sarah is also on the healthy bandwagon with me. I like have a little Twitter conversation with Miss Sarah too - witty witty!</span></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.adayinthelifeofahockeywife.com/" target="_blank"><u><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hockey Wife at A Day in the Life of a Hockey Wife</span></span></b></u></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hockey Wife is back and I for one am pleased! Hockey Wife was one of my very first followers and very first blogs on my reading list. After a hiatus she's back and I love it. She is hilarious and just has a sweet family. She's also a busy Momma and boy does she work hard which is just as amazing to read about. Settling in Germany for her husband's career the last two seasons has not been the easiest but shes handled it all in her stride. So now, she's back- check out her blog for posts about her life and pictures of her adorable little ones!</span></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.unitedstatesofbecky.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"><u><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Becky at United States of Becky</span></span></b></u></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Becky is amazing, she is someone who also is going through a tough time like myself but pulls herself up and keeps going. Becky always supports me and I am so excited to follow her 'being brave' journey right now. She is a fighter and if there's anything which impresses me, it is someone who fights. Becky is witty and intelligent and you will find posts about her thoughts and feelings. I love that she puts her opinion out there and it is what it is. Hop on over and see her fabulous posts!</span></span></div>
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-35715674872957904352014-02-11T15:30:00.000+00:002014-02-11T15:30:02.978+00:00What is love?<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The word love is used all the time in day to day conversations. But sometimes, that 4 letter word can have quite an effect on a person. Especially in the romance sense.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/missy303/love-quotes/" target="_blank">Source</a>]</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Those 4 words can be a pleasure to hear or just knock you for six and lead to heartbreak.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I asked the kids in my class last year, 'What is love?' before my sister's wedding, a couple responses were:<br />"When you don't date anyone else."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"When you go out to restaurants and hold hands."<br /><br />Both very sweet responses and to be honest, both are aspects of love. Love to me is many different things all in one. I don't think it is easy to explain and lots of things relating to love are feelings and not tangible or things which can be seen. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have never been the best person accepting love. I am the type of person who freaks out when I know someone is getting close and I push away. Why? I am not really sure. I love the closeness of love, that feeling that you have someone you can talk to anything about, who supports you and who you can just have fun with. But when I start to feel close I push the person away by acting distant or just becoming panicked. This is where love takes on a personal meaning to me, it means to keep supporting me and not allow me to push you away. I don't mean this in a selfish give, give, give way. Just a give me time and show me I can trust. My closeness issues in love come from not trusting and expecting someone to walk away. However, once I trust someone I am 100% in it (friendships and love).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To me, being in love is going out and about, spending nights on the sofa watching rubbish tv and still having fun, being able to support one another through good and bad and obviously having great chemistry. I've had a fair few bad times of late and I think having had someone by my side, it may have been somewhat easier to go through the changes in my life. But it has made me stronger and dertermined to find someone who is right for me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am happy for love and ready for love but I won't be jumping in to anything! I want to know it's right and I want to know the person is someone who is honest and I can trust. I am quite the nurturer and I give so much I would like to find someone who doesn't use that to their advantage. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am not sure I have even answered my own question at the end of this? What about you - do you have thoughts on what love is? I would love to read your comments!</span></span></div>
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<br />Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-71840101761628012622014-02-10T15:00:00.000+00:002014-02-10T20:57:08.478+00:00Valentine's for the whole family!<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today is the start of 'Love Week' here at Take All Chances. With Valentine's Day at the end of the week I thought I would do some posts about love this week. Today's post is something which I have worked on with a contact regarding ways to celebrate Valentine's with the whole family! After all, love goes between the whole family and to show them love and spend time with them is a perfect treat!</span><br />
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Family Will Love</span></b></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">Valentine’s isn’t just about spending time
with the person you love. It is also about bonding with your kids and
teaching them how important it is to appreciate and love their family. By
helping to challenge their minds and helping them get some exercise with fun
Valentine’s themed games, you will not only be able to bond during the day as a
family, but as they pass out from all of the fun, you get to enjoy your
significant other at night. </span></span></span></div>
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have your children searching for red heart-shaped clues that lead them to a fun
activity and prize for the whole family.
First, assign each of your children his or her favorite cartoon or movie
character- this will serve as the theme of your child’s scavenger hunt. Write each of their first clues on a
Valentine’s card featuring their assigned characters. Many drugstores carry inexpensive movie- and
television-inspired Valentine’s cards, or you can make your own using free
Valentine’s Day cartoon printables from the internet. Include a letter with the first clues
explaining that their character has lost something he or she loves and needs your
child’s help finding it. Make sure to
put your children’s first clues somewhere they won’t be able to miss, such as their
bedroom doors or bathroom mirror. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">On the rest of the clues, include objects
that are important to each of your children’s characters but are not what that
character loves and is searching for. If
you’re using Aladdin, you can include a magic carpet on one clue and a genie
lamp on another, but don’t include Princess Jasmine until the very end. Make sure that your children’s clues always
lead to the same locations throughout the hunt.
This way, they can brainstorm and work together in finding their next
clues. What can be more fun for a parent than seeing their children work
together! </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">Once your children arrive at their final
destination, glue a picture of what each of their individual characters have
been searching for all along. Leave a letter
explaining that as a reward for working together, you’ll do a fun activity as a
family later that evening. This can be
as simple as eating dinner at your children’s favorite restaurant or watching a
movie together in new <a href="http://www.crazyforbargains.com/valentines-pajamas.html" target="_blank">Valentine’s Day pajamas </a>that your children can find as a
prize for finishing the scavenger hunt.</span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYT7Pn8xZOOgWARuIz9rtvGsCyCMHN9oATnAmunbBkpw4mFHEZExltDEcBNAs8wCSNcN94F14sr4hEsCJ8oINiQCa4S2IwHACXF2PBTBXW2z_9APEmqHmWKqTY8JuE6UmVHwI-tmR0oty/s1600/polka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYT7Pn8xZOOgWARuIz9rtvGsCyCMHN9oATnAmunbBkpw4mFHEZExltDEcBNAs8wCSNcN94F14sr4hEsCJ8oINiQCa4S2IwHACXF2PBTBXW2z_9APEmqHmWKqTY8JuE6UmVHwI-tmR0oty/s1600/polka.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh so pretty and cute! [<a href="http://www.crazyforbargains.com/" target="_blank">Source</a>]</td></tr>
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Melted My Heart”</i> Pictionary</span></b></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">You’ve Melted My Heart Pictionary is a fun and
simple Valentine’s guessing game that can help your whole family to be creative
and have a blast. To begin, place water in heart-shaped ice cube trays, and add
red food coloring to the water. (If you
don’t own a heart-shaped ice tray, you can find them at a local dollar store or
very inexpensively on sites like Amazon.)
Have everyone write words or phrases on little strips of paper, and
place the strips of paper in a bowl. The key to Valentine’s Pictionary is to
relate all of the notes to Valentine’s Day or love. For example, one of the
notes can say “Cupid’s arrow,” while others could say “secret admirer,”
“initials carved into a tree,” or “Valentine’s Day candy.” </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">Once the ice-shaped hearts have frozen,
you’re ready to begin playing! Have
someone randomly pick a note out of the bowl.
Then, drop an ice heart into a container of warm water. Whoever’s turn it is to be the artist can
only draw for as long as the ice-heart has not completely melted. When the ice has melted, it is up to the rest
of the family to yell, “You’ve melted my heart!” and then have someone else
take a turn being the artist. Whenever
someone guesses what the artist has drawn correctly, both that person and the
artist get a point. That way, everyone
will do their best to draw the words or phrases well and guess correctly! </span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only way to play! [<a href="http://www.sharenator.com/Graphs_1/funny_graphs_pictionary-162478.html" target="_blank">Source</a>]</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">Having your children help you to bake and
decorate mini heart-shaped cakes or a large Valentine’s Day family cake can be
a lot of fun, especially since they’ll get to eat what they create! While you’re baking, an adult must be present
to supervise and make sure that children do not handle knives, use the oven, or
use or touch anything that is hot, as this may be dangerous. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">There are two ways you can create
heart-shaped cakes. The first, which is easier,
is to have your children help you bake a large cake and then use a heart-shaped
cookie cutter to cut out smaller cakes. The
second method is to use a large square pan and small, springform cylindrical
cheesecake or cupcake pans. If you are using this method, take the square
cake and cut it into even squares. The
diagonal across the square should be the same size as the diameter of the
cupcake or circle. Next, slice each
circular cake in half and place two half circles on two sides of the square on
the top to form a heart. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">No matter if you choose to make mini-heart
shaped cakes or a large Valentine’s Day family cake, having your kids help you
to pour bake mix into the pan and decorate cake with Valentine’s Day candies,
Hershey Kisses, and cute sayings like “Be Mine” or “I love you” can be a ton of
fun for your children. Make sure that
everyone initials their mini-heart cakes or their slices of the Valentine’s Day
family cake so you can take a picture of everyone’s creations before you begin
eating! </span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes please! [<a href="http://ffgil.com/heart-shaped-cakes-for-wedding-decoration/heart-shape-cakes-valentine/" target="_blank">Source</a>]</td></tr>
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Take All Chances - Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218156060625819660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743879431733286496.post-33926072017632355932014-02-08T19:19:00.000+00:002014-02-08T19:26:37.388+00:00Facebook and its dark side!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hold my hands up and admit, I am quite the social media junkie. I've the usual list of suspects bookmarked and in app version on my phone and IPad. Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Snapchat, Whats App, Viber etc. I use some for a real need and others tend to be more fun and a time waster.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But at the end of last year I began to fall out of love with Facebook. I have been on Facebook for many years and used it to message friends (especially those who live in other countries), share photos and keep up to date with the goings on as well as the usual Facebook stalking (information finding) - I am sure everyone does this!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />I liked it, I liked the contact and would check it once in a while. Then when phones improved and IPads were here, it was accessible everywhere I went. Initially I liked this, the contact was great. This was especially useful during my time in Australia for keeping in contact with home. Then it slowly began to creep in to more of my time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Facebook Messenger was than a stand alone app which I had. To be honest, this is where it began to go downhill. I was frustrated with the double notifications when getting messages. I disliked the ability to see who was online and when messages were being read. I'm all for finding out information but it just seemed very intrusive. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was mainly using Messenger to keep in contact with a good friend over in Canada and when he got Viber, we used it less. So the initial culling came with Messenger. Over time, I began to get bored with Facebook. It happened slowly but once I noticed it, I began to notice it time and again. The turning point was when I was off work unwell. I was using it as a time waster, checking my phone all the time. I was refreshing my news feed and not even looking at it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I also began to get annoyed with the negativity of people's status' and the opposite, the complete unnecessary posts e.g. "Enjoying a romantic meal - at my cosy home" Umm, enjoy it then and stay away from Facebook.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So as this began to build I realised I was not using it for any great reason and that I didn't really need to have it to be connected. Before New Year, I deactivated my account. I debated it and wondered if I even needed to deactivate. Couldn't I not just log out? But I didn't trust myself, honestly, and I am sure many will agree, the whole thing is addictive. So I went with the decision to deactivate. I didn't think I was strong enough to just 'not log in'. With the deactivation came the deletion of apps. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first week was tricky, I found myself picking up my phone to check it when I was bored or had time on my hands. I saw my friend logged in and was like... Oh my goodness! I have not seen the news feed in what feels like so long! I also had a couple of friends and family asking what had happened and was I ok as I was off Facebook. Crazy isn't it? The deactivation of a social media tool is enough to make people think there was something wrong with me. Like seriously wrong.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We can all sort friends into this list [<a href="http://barabare.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/what-type-of-facebook-user-are-you.html" target="_blank">Source</a>]<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><u><br /></u></span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To quote a favourite blogger of mine - <a href="http://www.venustrappedinmars.com/" target="_blank">Sarah at Venus Trapped </a>- "Nothing good comes from Facebook." This I agree with, it can be fun but nothing good comes from it. Since my deactivation, I have had a number of people say, "Don't come back," or "I wish I could stay off it." I have to say, I don't really miss it right now, I have other things to focus on and I don't need it. I can't say I will be away forever but for this moment in time, when it's important to focus on myself, I am happy to be away from the dark side of Facebook!</span></span><br />
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