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Lesa is an average person, living an average life and is moderately happy with her lot. There are peaks of bountiful happiness and pleasure and dips of turmoil and flatness. Lesa doesn’t let life’s set-backs knock her down or think she’s invincible when she achieves greatness. She’s finally realised that nobody is perfect and the purpose of life is to embrace it with all she’s got and to give what she can to others. Oh, and try to have a lot of fun along the way.

Lesa has no idea why she’s writing in the third person; she never does that.

Anticipation v’s Reality

My anticipation for future events has dimmed a little over the years. I used to be bursting with enthusiasm for school trips to the beach (a mile away), but now can’t muster that same level of excitement for long-haul holidays. I do still look forward to things though, and believe that part of the fun…

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Confusing Messages

Advice for the Young Child Shhh. Not now, just wait. I’m trying to work and I can’t think straight.     Careful! Don’t drop that cup. You’ll spill all the milk – I’ll have to clean up     Stop! Don’t run ahead. You’re too fast for me, walk slower instead.     Gentle! You…

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Every Day Irritations

I’m a fairly laid-back sort of person and minor inconveniences don’t really bother me. Low maintenance, that’s me. There are some days though, when little household issues get a bit much even for me:   When they can’t manage to place the laundry in the basket. It’s just so much work!   When it’s just…

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Dear New Mum

    Dear New Mum (me a few years ago), This new mum thing has come as a shock to the system. I’m sorry nobody told you how hard it would be. You expected to feel “overwhelming love and pride” for the new bundle. All your friends told you about the pure joy and bliss…

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Back to School Blues

  Sharpening his pencils; ironing his clothes. Wishing it would slow down – how fast the time all goes. Packing up his schoolbag; new shoes up a size. Seeing that he’s growing – mammy wipes her eyes. Every year he’s moving, another step away. Feels his hands in hers now – he’s still a child…

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The School Bag

The School Bag A new school bag He’s forced to own Such a drag Choices thrown Hauling behind A weight on back The daily grind His worries stack World on shoulders Pressure is high He carries boulders So cannot fly A bag of work and evenings in Where failures lurk It’s wearing thin No longer…

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