Girls Only – How to have it all…Written by Jo Ball
You return home after a tough day and slip into a bath. The taps trickle, candles glow, water, warm and soothing, soaks into your skin and ballad of moment defines your mood. Your thoughts drift and challenges of day melt away. You’re dreaming of being on a beach. A turquoise tide tumbles on a sandy shore and warmth that fills your pores now is warmth of sun. You feel wonderful and drift deeper and deeper and begin to picture life you’d love… Things haven’t been right for a while. You’ve felt like you’re turning up to work, hanging out for weekend – which turns out to be a bit bland and samey, just like work. Days float by. You’re aware that life is lacking excitement and I know you’d love to change that. The problem is ‘how’. If you are serious about making changes then read on: 1. How uncomfortable is life really? A while ago I emailed my newsletter database list. I offered every person on that list opportunity to get out of a rut and gain sufficient confidence to change their life within a year. ‘Yeah,’ they said in their droves. ‘Pick me! Pick me!’ a massive sixteen percent of my database responded. Problem was this though: when they discovered they needed to do something willing sixteen percent fell to one point four percent. Decide now who you want to be. Do you seriously want to change Life? If so read on. If you just want to gripe and hope that life will miraculously change then stop reading now. The good advice in this article is not for you.
| | the man who could not say sorry for his sinsWritten by malcolm james pugh
Sorry would be a start. Though you cant take back your mistakes, and you cant unravel time, youd think there would be remorse, for such a self serving crime, to send others out to die, to pay blood price you have decreed, when its purely posturing and posing, all about vanity and greed, to secure a perceived niche in history, glowing down years, is extent of your ambition, is puny limit of your fears, when those you have sent to die, believing implicitly in you, leave relatives behind who see, that nothing you said was true, there is no thought now for those, whose number you dont count,
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