Some doors in life you can choose to walk through...

Image sources: I found these on Pinterest and now can't find their original sources. I would love to credit them properly, if anyone comes across them.

You'll come to some doors in life where you can choose to walk through or not. The lucky ones have the luxury of choice with many doors, all leading through other corridors and to more doors. 

Sometimes you reach a dead end. There's only one door and you have no choice but to walk through it. The door I'm looking at at the moment is daunting and all I can see on the other side is grief, but I have no choice but to walk through it. There's no promise that time will make it easier, but if I walk through this door now and face all the fear and pain and suffering, I will be stronger and wiser. That doesn't lessen the loss in the future, but it will strengthen my reaction to it. 

I hope whatever doors you're facing at the moment, you make the right choices and face the consequences with bravery. 

My Father's Birthday.

Yesterday was my father's 56th birthday. Our Aunty Jane baked us a nut-free 'heavy fruit cake' with lots of icing for Grace. It was delicious! We each made a wish and blew out a candle.

So here's to a wonderful dad, who never had to face 60 or acknowledge he had a few grey hairs!

Let me introduce myself...

There is something so wonderfully exciting about a new project - perhaps for the promise of something good yet to come. And there is something so satisfying setting the ball rolling after all the work and preparation to get to that point. I am delighted to welcome you to my new blog.

I hope some old, familiar, friendly faces find me here, as well as some new ones. Though my previous blog had its successes and I loved writing it, I decided to make the change as the cheerful, fashion-focused tone it had didn't accommodate what I would like to write about now. Something I got frustrated with in recent months is how prim blogs can be - about frilly socks and the worst thing in the world being mismatching nail polish. It certainly has it's merits, but as a lifestyle blogger I'd feel like a sham continuing like that.

This blog is my journey through the toughest of times, but still finding happiness in the little things. I will be discussing the harder realities of my life, but this will be my outlet to stay positive and focused on the future.

My father taught me to be brave and kind above all else. If nothing else, if you only read a paragraph of one of my posts, or even just a title, I hope this is what you take from my blog.

With love, 

Celia