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A week or so ago, the other half and I were in the car on a long drive to Sheffield and on the radio we had Radio 1. Putting aside the fact that I might well be too old for Radio 1 these days, what I heard really bothered me.

They were broadcasting a feature, a play on words, called Rage Against the Answer Machine. The general premise being that listeners could call a particular number and rant away to an answer machine about whatever it was that was bothering them. The ‘best’ bits were then played out on the show.

There was so much aggravation and rage in what I was hearing that I had to catch myself for a second, wondering whether it was for real. What on earth are we doing I thought, feeding people with all this unnecessary angst and bitterness.

Everyone showcased sounded so…entitled, as though the world and its dog owed them in some way. It actually made me feel a little nauseous.

One particular caller ranted on about people who put their grocery bag on spare seats on the bus, going on and on for what felt like ages about the awfulness of it all, and how much of an affront it was to them and their civil liberties. The way they were talking you’d have thought it was a discussion about…well lets just say something far more important.

How about, I thought, if you politely asked them to move the bag – no doubt they’d oblige and you might even spark a conversation with them. So instead of vomiting all of this rage at the world, you’d have instead made a positive contribution and connected with a fellow human being.

Just stop for a second, I found myself thinking, and consider how judgemental and antisocial you sound. Not to mention what unbelievable negativity you must be exuding.

Imagine if you focused this energy more positively. Valued the person next to you as much as you appear to value yourself. Remembered that ultimately we’re all cut from the same cloth, just in different guises having lived different lives. And recognised that you are worth no more than they.

If only you understood the principles of karma I thought – where every act has a consequence. Then you might realise that in contributing so negatively to the world you are no doubt actually forcing the world to deliver negatively for you.




Good enough

January 28, 2016

Why is it that we so often think EVERYONE else is doing things better than we are?!

Or is that just me?

I read someone else’s blog today and immediately started comparing it to mine, telling myself that theirs was somehow ‘better’. In name, in layout, in design, in content…

But the fact is that it’s not. Or maybe it is, for some. But the point is that it doesn’t matter.

The blog in question is someone’s thoughts and feelings about what’s going on in their life and in that way it’s actually very similar. I liked what I read because it’s authentic and real (disclaimer: I also know Siobhan). There’s no beating around the bush, it’s just everything laid bare for all to see.

Which is so important in my book – and let’s face it, that truth and authenticity cuts through any frills or fancies anyway.

So why the comparison and the ‘I’m not as good’ voice? Simple insecurity I guess.  Which is something I’m actively working on.

I truly believe that the very best you is the real you. Strengths and weaknesses, features and flaws. Everything that makes you, warts and all. And if I think that about others I need to also think it about myself.

I’ve spent considerable time during and since the divorce (I wrote it down! The ‘d’ word!), working out who I am. Not at the expense of everything else I might add but just along the way. And I’m actually now pretty comfortable with me, it’s just that sometimes that old, negative, condescending and downright bitchy voice (a voice I would never dream of using with anyone else – amazing what you’ll do to yourself…) raises its ugly head again. But this time I caught it, and told it that it was wrong. Siobhan’s blog is great. But mine is me. And as long as it’s authentic and true to who I am then that’s good enough for me.

So. In an attempt to balance things up a bit I’m telling myself the following…

I am strong.
I am true.
I am worthy.
I am me.

Every day is a new beginning. Every day has something to offer. And every day (yep, every day!) has something beautiful to show you.

This is something I’ve learnt over time – that you can find beauty in even the most difficult of situations. As long as you stay open to possibility, and open to the world.

For me it’s in the symmetry of a beautiful piece of architecture, an autumn leaf recently fallen to the ground, beams of sunshine breaking through a cloud, someone’s smile on the commute to work, half an hour to yourself with a candle glowing, the smell of rain…

To see it though I think you need to be a part of it. You need to contribute beauty too: to project love, practice gratitude, and offer up a piece of yourself to the world.

How much more beautiful could we make this world, if only we tried. If only all of us walking around with our eyes glued to a phone for example looked up and paid attention to what was going on around them. Crazy huh? Or not so much.

Something I read the other day, on the Manduka blog, was Yogi Bhajan on the difference between fate and destiny:

“Fate we get out of bed and roll with the punches of life. Destiny, we get up, we set our energy for the day and attract circumstances that reflect the energy we have taken time to cultivate.”

Put out good energy, get good energy back. Contribute beauty, see beauty. Makes perfect sense to me…


January 18, 2016

No matter how many times it happens nor how, on a good day, I’m able to recite gazillions of strategies and tools that can be used to combat depression, when the funk hits it hits and it pretty much always feels impossible.

Since Saturday afternoon I’ve been feeling like this – low, numb and voiceless.

I want to just sleep, and hide away. Not see anyone or do anything. Not talk, or socialise. Not be visible to the world in any way.

I cancel calls with my very best of friends. I don’t reply to texts. Conversation with the other half grinds to a (silent) halt.

But I’m going to beat it. So I get out for a run and, yes I feel better. But then I get home and feel worse again.

I get up and go to work. Again, I feel better. But then I’m done working and I feel worse. Again.

It’s tedious. And tiring. And really such a waste of time.

I feel like someone’s dropped a blanket over my brain. You know like you do with animals when you’re trying to pacify them… My senses are all in the dark. I can’t think to process anything. And I can’t think to find my way out.

It’ll pass I know but I wish I could rely on being able to take more control of it all. Any tips? Would love to hear them.

…and breathe

January 6, 2016

I was supposed to run tonight. But I haven’t and, do you know what? That’s ok.

In previous times I’d have seen this as failure. As ‘copping out’. And I’d have berated myself all evening for it too, with relentless negative self-talk about how lazy, fat, useless and uncommitted I was. But today I recognise my decisions as a positive choice.

I didn’t sleep well last night and my body is tired. I’d have labelled that an excuse before but it’s not. My body has said ‘stop’ and I’ve listened.

I’ve come home, cooked a beautiful roasted tomato and red pepper soup (thanks Deliciously Ella!), had a bath, chatted to both a friend of mine and my Mum and just…decompressed.

After all, I did 8.5miles last week. And 3miles already this week. Plus daily yoga camp. And my usual yoga classes. That’s hardly the schedule of an inactive, lazy person now is it?!

So self-love. Rock it.

And don’t underestimate it.

Being able to listen to myself and my needs without judgement is a huge learning for me. My other half says I’m the least judgemental person he knows but the truth is I’ve always been pretty good at judging myself. Something I’m making a concerted effort to give up.

Introvert and proud

January 2, 2016

So I’ve found out, after 35 years, that I am probably an introvert.

This (somewhat late in the day) realisation came about after some personality testing that we carried out recently in work using the Myers-Briggs test. If you’ve experienced the test yourself you’ll know that it outputs a four letter personality type, based on the degrees to which you are Extroverted/Introverted, Sensing/Intuitive, Feeling/Thinking and Judging/Perceiving.

My type? Introverted (I), Intuitive (N), Feeling (F) and Judging (J). Or INFJ.

All of which I was aware of really, apart from the piece about being an introvert. It seems a bit crazy that it’s taken me so long to find this out but on reflection it makes an awful lot of sense.

The need for decompression. The all-too-easy-to-reach breaking point. The draining nature of large social groups. The regenerative effect of time alone…

These are things I’ve always known about myself but I’d have never been able to explain until now. And labelling it feels like a release – because it means that my need for time out and introspection – my need to regularly recharge – is not a failing or weakness (as I have been made to feel in times gone by) but a simple fact of my make-up.

So no longer do I feel I have to go and go and go and go until I’m forced to stop suddenly, broken and unable to function. Rather I can take my time and pace myself. Plan in periods of solitude. Where I can simply be, and breathe.

So if I don’t come for that post-work drink, or I turn down an offer of a run, don’t think me rude. I am an introvert. And when I retreat and take time out I’m not being ignorant, aloof, or antisocial. Rather I’m sticking myself on recharge so I can live to fight another day.

What is it about Christmas?

December 22, 2015

What is it about Christmas? Every year on around the 22nd December I end up feeling entirely frazzled, thinking ‘why the fuss’?!

It’s not as though I’m not organised. On the contrary, I’ve had a list and been ticking things off since November. Nor am I entertaining – Mum’s doing all that. Yet even so it’s just all so overwhelming still.

The final emails to be sent before finishing work. The last presents to be wrapped. The ever-smaller bits of sellotape as the roll runs out. The flowers and wine you mustn’t forget to pick up for your hosts. The toothbrush that needs putting into your travel bag before you leave in the morning… Etc, etc, etc.

Now let’s face it, none of these are real problems. I get that. But there’s something about the sheer relentlessness of this time of year that makes me feel like someone’s dragging their fingernails down the inside of my brain.

So it’s 7.45pm on 22nd December as I write this and actually I’m finally done but instead of feeling happy or relaxed I’m lying in bed feeling faintly sick with stress and wishing I could sleep for days. And every year it’s the same.

In truth it’s probably my least favourite time of year so why don’t I do differently? I always set out to.

I guess it boils down to expectations – yes, those of others but also my own too, about what I should be doing and I guess what I should be enjoying too. As I get older, I love January more and more – that minimalistic, back to basics living that everyone else seems to find a chore is my idea of bliss! But surely I can bring some of this into December?

If my feelings about Christmas are to change (and I’d really like them to) then it’s something I must work on. The pressure has to come off and I have to take control of what Christmas means for me. That is unless I want to be back here on 22nd December next year writing the very same things…


I got annoyed with someone this weekend when they seemed to be letting down a friend of mine. I labelled them inconsiderate, rude and unworthy of this friend’s time.

Then I remembered that you never know.

You never know what’s happening in someone else’s life. You never know what pain they might be in. What frustrations they might be experiencing. Or what pressure they might be under.

And it is the easiest thing in the world to forget all of this and just judge.

But God knows I’ve been on the receiving end of that enough recently. And really I should know better.

So I’ll take them back, my negative thoughts. And instead I’ll practise compassion, reaching out to say ‘are you ok?’.



November 18, 2015

“The stresses of modern civilisation are a strain on the nerves for which savasana is the best antidote”
-BKS Iyengar, Light on Yoga

Savasana. That pose we know so well at the end of class…the moment to let go. To release yourself to the ground and be held, just for a short while. But what role does savasana have in everyday life?

I’ve recently been ill, with a virus that’s doing the rounds, but that has lasted now a good four or five weeks. It’s disrupted my sleep and left me exhausted – fit for pretty much nothing. I work all week and spend the weekends in recovery, getting ready for Monday again.

As a result, everything from running to yoga (and to general housekeeping too!) has fallen by the wayside. But then I remembered savasana and decided I at least had the energy for that.

For 15 minutes last night I lay in what’s perhaps more commonly known as corpse pose, emptying my mind of noise and allowing myself to just be.

It was refreshing, and yes, energising. I went to bed heartened that even though physically I might be struggling, mentally I can find peace.

Welcome to yogalustco

November 1, 2015

Welcome to yogalustco! Whatever it was that brought you here, I hope you enjoy the space and find something that interests you.

As you’ll have seen if you’ve read ‘being me’, creating a blog was a project that had been on my to do list for a while.

But why? And what will you find here?

Life has undergone significant change in the past couple of years and it’s been a really steep learning curve! So in a way this is about my journey – from awaking, in my mid-30s, to realise that my life had become, if not someone else’s then just…not mine, to getting divorced and all the mess that came with it, to emerging where I am today and beginning to define a new future for myself.

But it’s not all about me. Yes, I’ve learnt along the way that writing is a great creative outlet but I’ve also been reminded that one of the things that matters to me most is helping others. I want to share what I’ve learnt but also discuss what I’m learning. And, of course, learn from you.

My ‘teachers’ to date have been wide and varied – the friends and family that have helped me along the way but also the various holistic therapies that have provided me solace and support – from talking therapies to acupuncture to meditation and beyond.

And yoga. Yoga has been THE biggest support to me and is something I’m very passionate about. Through 2016 I’ll be training with Laura Gilmore in Bristol for my 200hr Yoga Alliance teaching qualification and then, ultimately, I’ll be looking to build a yoga business.

So this is the beginning rather than the end. Unsurprisingly you can expect plenty of yoga posts! But also musings on what it is to live in today’s world, how I find meaning in life, the odd outdoorsy photograph – a celebration of how beautiful our surroundings can be if we take the time to look – and most likely a variety of other thoughts on food, travel, relationships…

There will of course be some looking back but mostly it’s about what comes next. I hope you’ll join me on the journey…


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