Sometimes, when I am alone with myself, I feel perfectly happy and complete. Other times, I feel alone. Like I'm a chicken scratch in dry mud when I'm meant to be parchment and expensive ink.
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A new happy that remembers the grief that robbed my family back in 2018 but shows up anyway. A happy that gives a little sad sigh at the end of each day and says “I wish I could facetime my mum”.
I found an easy recipe for maple syrup flapjacks, but have changed it to golden syrup flapjacks. It's taken me 5 tries to get the perfect flapjack, and in my opinion (and my Uncle Peter's; he's a big fan) they are just heavenly. Lol.
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We need to see our whole complete teen, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty something selves and we need to love each and every version of us.
I feel Mum’s love everywhere I go, and I am so fortunate to have known her for so long. So many people go through their life without the vibrancy and love she has instilled in us.