Oh yeah baby – all I am asking for is a little bit of respect…. ( totally dancing on my own in my room – may just grab my hair brush )
TOTAL RESPECT to a very good mate of mine on Word Press for this award.
Who doesn’t know Paul ?
Talented, generous and a born fighter. I have a lot of time for this dude. Look at this face what is not to love?
- PAUL AND THE INFAMOUS DAPHNE
Don’t let the title of his Blog put you off – this is not all about fitness but it will put you through your paces. Or should I say Paul will.
So a respect award is pretty fucking awesome right? I want to thank Michelle for nominating me for the one lovely award Blog. I recently just accepted this so I have decided I am going to give this award to some one else I think is awesome.
SIMPLY ETTA D. Your quotes have inspired me and helped push me to move forward.
Here she is : I forfeit my award from Michelle @ PSYCHEDELIC BAY -WHERE HOPE IS REAL – Small shout out to her partner in crime 😉 Cezanne.
- SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT
Before I continue with accepting this really cool RESPECT award. I just want to let everyone who reads this that there is an epic party going on this weekend at Jaquies a cooking pot and twisted tails. place. If you don’t know her.
Where have you been?
Ha ha. She is another great inspiration and my Blog role model.
I also want to thank Linda G Hill. your Saturday soCS -stream of consciousness writing challenge. She always prompts me to get shit out of my head and onto the screen. You get me thinking out of my comfort zone which I love! ❤
Then there is the rest of you who I follow and who follow me. You make life that bit easier for me and I love all the different perspectives I read and the cool thoughts and ideas you have swirling round those brains of yours – The Word Press community are full of heart. We are empaths and should rule the world .
What are we going to do tonight ,WP posse ?
Okay so on with accepting my award from Paul.
THREE QUESTIONS TO ANSWER:
WHAT DOES RESPECT MEAN TO YOU ?
It means having faith and self love and self belief.
Respect is about using old school style manners – that will never go out of style for me
Respect is about boundaries and acknowledging others have boundaries and not to cross them and know when not too.
It means listening and it requires effort and commitment and compromise
WHO DO I RESPECT THE MOST?
I respect people who are honest with me. Who take me for who I am. I respect people who are true to themselves and are not afraid to stand alone when the shit hits the fan. I respect people who refuse to give up – the people who rise and fall and rise and fall and rise again. I have a lot of respect for my Mother and my Nan. Two ladies who fought to keep me alive. I would probably be dead today if it were not for their persistence that I could find a way to be happy in this world.
WHAT DO I RESPECT THE MOST ABOUT MYSELF?
Woah I guess…. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I don’t hide my issues. I fucking embrace them. I am not really great at giving up. I like myself . I have a lot of love to give to people. I don’t take bullshit but I can’t hold a grudge. I try but I can’t -especially if it is some one who I feel or once felt a connection with. I hate conflict.
ONLY THREE NOMINEES?
These are solely based on recent discussions I have had with these Bloggers.
ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE MENTIONED ME IN THEIR BLOGS THIS PAST WEEK. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIND YOU ALL ON WORD PRESS YET BUT I WILL……..
THANK YOU! for the Spirit animal blog award!
Love this blog.
Well we both have mental health issues and are not afraid to say it.She believes we are all unique and hates labels.
She is super quirky.
She started this blog because of the injustice she has experienced with the benefit system for those who are unwell.
Once you’re nominated add the photo to your blog.
- Write a short description about yourself and what your blog means to you.
- if you were an animal, which animal would you be? (No buzzfeed answers please).
- Nominate 10 bloggers for this award.
A BIT ABOUT MOI
You can find out all about me in my ‘A DAISY IN THE WILLOWS WELCOME’. I started out this blog wanting to see if I could write and perhaps connect with people through my writing. So far I am succeeding.
I also wanted to express myself in a way that is authentic. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I’m pretty blunt and transparent.
A lot has changed since I started blogging in September 2015.
My biggest challenge with my blog is; the more involved I become volunteering with various mental health charities, is how to include this aspect of my life in my blog – without breeching confidentiality and not offending people. I’m not 1o0% sure how this will play out but this is another goal of mine that I want to be successful in terms of my blog.
If I was an animal…. today I would be the chameleon. I’m good at adapting to new surroundings. I’m getting my 5 a day of insects( irritants) and consuming these pesty insects (or challenges in my life) and digesting them in a way that is good for my inner core.
Hope all you writers and bloggers appreciate this meme.
THESE 10 NOMINEES ARE MY NEW FLOWERS WHO HAVE RECENTLY STARTED FOLLOWING ME – THANK YOU
- Spiritual mastery with John Heckers
- La Audacia de Aquiles – awesome blog for Greek Myth fans. I am.
- Linda G. Hill – a life in progress
- TANYAS STYLE
- Be quiet Kate- the diary of a self-confessed millenial
- the naughty author -Be careful, or you might land up in my book.
- Hendrik Duvenage’s blog -Blogger . Author . Journalist . Thinker . Life Enthusiast.
- gainperspectiveblog-Hope in the goodness of Humanity. Search for: Search …
- That Shameless Hussy
“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.” George Harrison
WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE
To be my natural 1oo% transparent self. I do promise too much. I demand too much of myself. I get bummed out if I don’t do everything I set out in my head to achieve for the day. . #FollowGreatFootsteps
Take yesterday as a fine example,
I’m up at 5 a.m. going through my emails , comments, start finding inspiration for the blog/s I want to write for the day. My hubby makes me a coffee every morning. I think he has a similar condition to people who have been kidknapped by weirdos annd develop Stockholm syndrome, except in our house it is called
He is a bit of a super star when it comes to little small gestures. My Bella Bee and and other non human child usually come bounding into my bed at about 6-7 am.
Cuddle time and I have to listen to the diatribe of events that occurred in my daughters dream. Along with say the 5 or 6 other things that come out of her mouth which can seem like such a perfect and nonsensical thing at the same time.
She is the, Martin Luther King , of her generation
” I have a dream……..”
I usually then do any challenges or whatever blogs I need to. I then get ready for a good blog catch up.
I’ve realised that saying yes to everything means I’m fucking knackered when I get home. I love volunteering. I had a blast at the training yesterday. It was intense( 10- 4 pm. )
We did a lot of practising how to facilitate in a support group group. I never realised how hard it is to hold the space, let the group lead and support each other, speak as little as possible , make sure the support group sticks to boundaries and their ground rules, time keeping and choosing what to disclose about myself.
We did a lot of ‘what you would do if? ‘ scenarios- where we were timed 30 seconds to come up with an answer.
My head was blagged and ready to implode by 3: 30 pm.
On the way home. Thoughts of going to put the heating on and put my feet up, eat and chill enter my mind. It’s cloudy, raining and cold….. I’m going home to chill…
erm, we are talking about me -Daisy.
I have a massive gym session to do.
There is no time to pause.
I’m at it like a boss.
Throwing my punches and my best kick boxing moves to the imaginary prick/opponent I am uppper ‘hooking’and jabbing and crushing with my awesome knee jump -like a ninjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I wish it were this easy
These imaginary opponents can take on a human form or an animated form of
oh let me think now….
So hard core session is complete.
Steam is eking out of my pores.
I have a moment of panic that I might be one of those rare individuals you read about,in some obscure magazine,, who just spontaneously combust into flames.
I can see the headline:
‘Girl works out – with epic awesomeness and bursts into flames and then she arises from the ashes like a phoenix bird because she is awesome like that’
I decide that I’m being overly dramatic and then smell myself and think a quiet bath with a face mask and a hair mask will be the Dogs bollocks- the best way to treat myself.
Erm……………………… I have a four year old who wants me to play princess Jasmine, Elsa, Raja and whoever else she can think of -all at the same time . Remember
- … AND THAT IS WHY I AM SENDING MY LITTLE BELLA BEE TO AN ASYLUM BEFORE SHE DRIVE ME CRAZY TOO.
Ooh and don’t forget she wants to help clean me.
Aaaaah how sweet.
More like, please piss off and give me time to myself. 😀 .
The last of the bath water remnants swill down the plug hole and I look down at my hands –
shiiiiiiiiiiiiit , my nails are in a state .
I’m also thinking the blue colour totally out- rocks the orange I have on them.
I then have to simultaneously dry hair an nails at the same time.
To say I’m slightly talented is well a bit modest 😉 Ha ha!
- WHAT CAN I SAY 😉
Ooooh. Tummy starts growling.
FOOD. – THE MISSION BECOMES DAISY GET FOOD NOW OR I WILL TURN ON YOU AND EAT YOUR BODY ORGANS.
I’ve got way too much living and things to do for that to happen.
Get sat down in bed and I think of all the promises I made to catch up with y’all.
Before I can get any kind of decision made in my head.
It’s story time and it is not my turn to read 😦 very sad face- because Bella Bee’s reading can take what seems a very long time.
I then get all sparked up with my laptop fired up, I’m under the duvets ready to enter the blogospheare. Cue – Epic music.
I must say these clean sheets are mighty comfy – only 7 pm .If I just close my eyes for a sec….
“Daisy wake up ,take your meds and brush your teeth it is half ten ”
Yes my other half does say this to me.
My mind is scrambled. I have a bloody bloggging z-z challenge to do and I have to read over 200 posts of the people I follow.
No I am not going to cheat myself and just like them.
I am going to read every. single. one. Comment on every single one.
Two a.m. and I finally can hit the pillow almost guilt free:
I didn’t do my blog challenge
or my gratitude surprise challenge for my readers and peer followers
useless, take yourself out with the trash incompetent being.
My thoughts are retired drill instructors. they paid a membership to lease out my mind and now that won’t fuck off -pardon my sewerage mouth talk.
It is now 5:50 am and I am going to edit and polish off this post and hit the publish button -blast it into the blogoshphere.
Today I can imagine the set up being similar.
I will not give up.
Can I just say coffee is a truly my best friend. None of the crap shit.
I mean proper coffee made from some little village in Columbia with it’s fair trade stamp on.
So, I’m a greedy Bee with an itch ( bitch) . I want big slices of the cake. Hell, I want all the cake.
Sharing is something my four year old daughter has to do. This does not apply to me. I am an adult.
Okay, luckily my days are not always so full on – my mental health is important and it should be for everyone.
This is not a long term solution to living for me. I have committed myself to various projects and (coughs) a wedding and all that. Nothing major….
Look just take care of yourselves, please. We all live busy lives and have our shit to deal with but be kind to yourself. 🙂
Happy mid week!
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