Festival of Sleep Day 2019

Festival of Sleep Day 2019

Festival of Sleep

Aaaah sleep. Lovely, lovely sleep. Can’t get enough of it, can we? Often don’t get enough of it, quite frankly, do we?

It’s not that I’m lazy, but I do think it’s one of the best parts of the day, but what if you can’t get to sleep? It’s lovely having an unofficial holiday dedicated to recovery from the festive season, but there’s a fair chance sleep escapes you on a regular basis.


Introversion, motivation and inspiration. A good mix?

Introversion, motivation and inspiration. A good mix?

World introvert Day

That was yesterday, and I would have posted about it yesterday, but occasionally life takes over a little and domesticity was the order of the day (I’m decorating my rental kitchen, I think I may have lost my security deposit. Oh well. ). 

I’m an introvert. I’m cool with that. I have to be really; I’m an introverted 48 year old autistic woman, and it’s something about me that will never change. But with the right mix of people, you’d never know it. I’m funny as fuck, I’m at least the second funniest person I know, and I say things that make other people shake their heads, that I’ve dared to do that. But I’m an introvert. Truly. Ask me how I am, and you’ll find out how introverted. (Fine, is usually the answer, I don’t know where to go from there). By the way, just in case you’re wondering, I do also know when it’s appropriate not to throw around the swears, I’m a lady you know.

Motivation and inspiration Day

That was yesterday too, which is handy because that’s the theme for this month at Happinosis. If you can’t be motivated and inspired in January, then when can you. To me though, it has a lot of different connotations. Motivation and inspiration can be either incredibly positive or heartbreakingly touching. It can be about dragging you off the bones of your arse or taking you even higher than you are now. Whichever your starting position happens to be, I’m right there with you. I’ve been at the bottom. I’ll hold your hand and pull you out if you need it. If you’re doing ok but things could be better, then I’m here too. Come on lazy arse, get moving. I don’t care if you’re an introvert and would rather sit on the edge of your bed and question your life choices before your feet hit the floor. I can do it, so can you.

Definitely a good mix.

I was trying to come up with a good combination word for introvert/motivation and inspiration but I couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound like I wasn’t trying to clear my throat. Luckily, not important enough to worry about. 

Anyway, I’m going to have a nice little challenge for you to take part in, in a couple of weeks. If you want to get in touch with me to make your life less eye-rollingly unbearable, before then, get in touch. 


Till then, laters. 

Happy New Year. It’s Time to Give a Shit

Happy New Year. It’s Time to Give a Shit

Happy New Year, because it’s time to give a shit.

Thank goodness it’s 2019, and I hope that 2018 has had the door well and truly slammed on its arse on the way out. It’s been a tough year for me because I’ve been diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s and migralepsy, but at least now I know which monsters I’m fighting, I can face them and do something about them; I’ll never get “better” but I have reason for motivation and optimism.

My word of the year is reslience

My word of the year is resilience; I think I may be cheating here and I’ve used it before, but this year I have to be #reslilientaf (are you gonna join in with me?) and the themes here for the month are motivation and optimism.

Okies; I’m sitting in bed writing this post because I overdid it yesterday and today I feel like I was hit by a building (my body doesn’t yet understand when to stop because I’m ill), but I’m still motivated and optimistic. I’m also very Stoic (or maybe I just don’t know when to stop, but you know, work to be done, dollar (English pounds actually) to be made.

I get it that there are people out there who are worse off than me; and if you’re not sure who the stoics were, you should totally go and check them out, I’ll leave some links for you later, but if I don’t make my point now, it’ll never happen. I’m not one of those therapists/coaches that tells you that everything is fine, you should skip about barefoot in daisy fields, leave your high paying job, find yourself, by the way, here’s my fee.

Optimism vs Realism

I am optimistic, but I am also realistic. I have been through the wringer in life. You will find no positivity where there’s none to be found. You’ll find solutions, though. You’ll find perhaps that nihilism is not such a bad thing, because let’s face it, what IS the fucking point of all this? Just enjoy the ride along the way. And if you get in a bit of a pickle, as one of my clients calls it (and I love her for it……she also says, “I mean, fuck me” a lot too, for which she is also greatly appreciated), get in touch with me and let’s work out what to do.

I am a realist. I know that sometimes life is just a shitter. I had to go to Leeds last week and witnessed a scene that nearly broke me. A homeless man, sobbing his heart out, and a lady sitting next to him, holding his hand, talking with him. I might also add, it was pouring with rain and it was piss wet through.

Not fifty feet from this depressing scene was a young lady in a bright red waterproof jacket, emblazoned with a relevant charity’s name, covered in one of those umbrellas that’s see through and you could almost live under. She was toasty dry. I tapped her on the shoulder, pointed out this guy, and said “there’s someone you can help right there.”

She mumbled out a few sentences such as, “It’s mainly for children,” “We give them a number to call”, “We don’t help them directly”. All with a patronizing tilt of the head. I had to be pulled away from her and it made me icky for the rest of the day.

I’ve worked with the homeless before, before anyone says, but Paula, why didn’t you do something? That’s kinda not the point I’m making here. The proximity of a charity 50 feet away, and there’s no help? That’s what the breaking point was. And at this point I thought, we all need to give a shit more. Give a shit about your life. Where are you going? What are you doing? Do you have plans beyond the end of the day/week/month? If not, what the fuck are you going to do? I don’t mean to scare you but it’s 2019 in Tory Britain and I fucking care what you do. I care what you do, what I do, and that poor bloke….

I care about how I’m going to live as an autistic elderly woman with Parkinson’s, and migralepsy…….but a cracking sense of humour. And tons of optimism, stoicism, and reslilience.

Be resilient with me. Goals AF. If you’re waking up each morning and your first though is “can you not” then make your second thought “I’m getting in touch with Paula today”.

Happy 2019. Whatever that means to you.

Now go and check out the Stoics. They had it right all along.