The role of criticism. Criticism is a powerful concept; it can prompt a multitude of reactions both positive and negative. Constructive criticism can often help others see things that they would not otherwise see. This constructive criticism can help improve the way you do things with the focus on achieving something. I often look to the people close to me…
Modesty is all well in moderation, but are you selling yourself short by downplaying achievements and accomplishments. Are you the type of person that cannot take a compliment or jokes it off and trivialise success. If you recognise yourself in this article then you may be underestimating your true worth and selling yourself short. My own journey into blogging has made me realise that I sometimes self myself short too, creating ‘Life With Mrs T’ has made me realise that I do not give myself enough credit.
Being a teacher I witness younger people sometimes make a mistake that could have been avoided if they had listened to the wise words of experience. I do not profess to know everything or indeed be the wise sage that you see in many movies but I do have experience; I have made mistakes in my thirty-seven year and some of them I could have systematically avoided if I had listened to my elders.
This got me to thinking, what advice would I give myself at eighteen years old? I have decided to write this in the hope that it will bring guidance and help to others; I hope to show this to my children and hope that thy trust that my advice comes from learning from my mistakes and regrets I have.
My crazy family
I blooming love the bones of all my family; they are just like me ‘mad as a box of frogs’. I love that all of my family have little ‘quirky’ personality traits that make them special.
Pressure is everywhere; sometimes it is good and can be used as a very handy motivational tool and can get results. As a teacher I am constantly put under a certain amount of ‘pressure’ and it is something that I thrive on to be the best teacher that I possibly can be.
I haven’t really been blessed in the hair department; I was practically bald until I was three years old, it is so straight that it will not hold a curl and worst of all, I have been going grey since I was twenty-one.
I started dying my hair at the age of fourteen, I was desperate for red hair when I was a teenager and have been dying it red for about 20 years on and off. As you can imagine, after fifteen years of my hair gradually going grey it is fair to say it is very noticeable when my roots grow out.
The Joneses have everything; a great house that is gloriously spotless, a nice car that is free from children’s food and general rubbish, a perfect job that they love and a perfect family that never cause any problems
As some of you might know I’ve been trying my best to live my life more positively and try not to take all the negatives in life to heart. This is very much easier said than done as I am terrible at following my own advice. I posted recently about five things that keep me sane but I really haven’t had the time to do these things at the moment, I feel a bit miserable about that.
I had been having a lazy Sunday, we have all had them; still sat in my pyjamas, strolling through different blogs and watching Ru Pauls Drag Race.
In this age of technology it can be hard not to get lost in the crowd. There are so many opinions flying around us now that it can be easy for one solitary voice to be ignored or missed.