School of Whatever

Life's Simplest Pleasures

Posted by Veronica Dearsley on

It's taken a long time, but I feel like I've finally got the hang of doing the tiny things that make me feel good. Turns out, for me, most of them are mundane domestic tasks, exercise, and putting my phone down to actually spend time with the children once in the while. 

Everyone is different, and once we get overwhelmed with something, as humans, we tend to write things off - to use my examples - "oh I'm not a tidy person, the mess just doesn't bother me" or tutting at annoying people that dare to be out running on a Saturday morning because "UGH RUNNING IS THE WORST."

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Protecting Yourself In A Toxic Environment

Posted by Veronica Dearsley on

It’s easy to say “cut out toxic influences,” but sometimes real life gets in the way. If it’s your boss, you are probably not lucky enough to be in a position where you can just flip your desk over, quit, and walk out with an Obama style mic drop (but if you are, 100 points to you.) And if it’s a close family member the lines are often too blurry to cut through. So, probably the most helpful thing for lots of situations is learning how to protect yourself from whatever toxicity you find yourself swimming through.

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Detoxifying Your Life

Posted by Veronica Dearsley on

We've covered the toxic influences you don't need in your life. You probably know who's bringing them, and are keen to get rid, so how do you go about it? 

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Toxic Influences You Don't Need In Your Life

Posted by Veronica Dearsley on

A toxic person isn’t all glow-y and green like they would be in the Simpsons, and usually, they aren’t really toxic. More, it’s how they behave that is toxic, the things they do that make you feel crap, and in turn like you want to put yourself in the bin. It sucks.

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The Baby Blues 10 Years On

Posted by Veronica Dearsley on

Today is a day for celebration. I really didn’t think I’d make it this far.

There was a time, in the depths of new parenthood, where I couldn’t imagine living through another night of misery, let alone 10 years. I don’t really know why they call it the ‘baby blues’, when in reality it feels like the ‘baby bottomless pit of despair.’

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