The other day my daughter and I were talking to an acquaintance. He's a friendly, outgoing type who connects easily with people and gets quite enthusiastic with talking about what he's been up to. As he continued to chat avidly to me, my daughter left to carry on with the activities we were there for and I joined her a bit later. I jokingly asked her if she'd lost interest in what he was regaling us with and she surprised me somewhat with the response she gave. She actually felt he was being rude because he kept interrupting me whenever I tried to add to the conversation and would get distracted and go off on another tangent of his own.

A friend of mine shared a post on Facebook about forgiving our parents for the mistakes they made and and pain they may have caused. I know that for her this is part of her healing journey to let go of stress in her life and heal past traumas in order to heal from cancer in the present. However, it obviously hit a sore spot for someone else who read it and their angry response was that some people don't deserve our forgiveness and it's not fair or reasonable to ask us to forgive them.

Have you ever gone outside and felt the sun on you then felt a sense of peace, relief or happiness?Years ago when someone had a long term illness that doctors struggled to treat they would recommend the patient spend time in the country air. The most obvious way this would have helped is having them move away from the pollution of the cities, but could there be more to it than just that?

When I was growing up they started using the generational title of Baby Boomers to describe my parent's generation born in the post WW2 baby boom. Then my generation (my parents had us young) kind of got dubbed with the title generation X in order to differentiate. In my teens we had a new generation starting, so by default it went into alphabetical order and they were generation Y, later to become known as Millennials due to the fact that the new millennium would be when they hit adulthood.

Dementia has become the leading cause of death in the UK, it's at second place in Australia and third place in the USA. As I question why this is so, my research has reached a point where it keeps circling back to the same root causes, bringing up the question of how preventable it is.

When I was 44 I started bouldering 2 times a week. An activity I enjoyed and decided was important enough to me to spend time and money on. Since having my daughters I kind of put the wants that I had on hold to prioritise them. I had climbed with my husband for a little while before my first pregnancy, but stopped about halfway through the pregnancy. Then other things became more of a priority with only one wage coming in and I placed my daughters' needs and wants before my own. Some might think I would resent having to do this, but I really don't. It was my choice and I always knew I would do this if I had children.