Just Emma

           Hello, lovelies.             They say that old wounds never heal, or, more succinctly, the wound made by fire will heal, but the wound that's made by the tongue will never heal. Is that true? Is there truth that once you forgive and forget, then the past can stay in the past and no apology is needed? But is that all it takes when someone has wronged you, and a simple sorry is enough to let bygones be bygones? Or are we much more complicated and messier than that? Then there’s the question: do we really need an apology? Can’t we just acknowledge that we were wronged, and that be enough? It would make life so much easier. Not having to rely on someone else, someone who has already hurt us, to genuinely mean it when they say sorry. And then the onus is on us to forgive and forget, as if it is that easy. We have to let go of all the pain, guilt or damage caused by another's actions and carry on as if nothing happened. Wh...

Hello, lovelies. Is it just me, or does anyone else have that voice in head, our own inner critic, that, at times, can be overwhelming and at others, be downright annoying. For me, everything I do, say or think is broken down and dissected, with all my actions laid open for critique. Usually I can live my life normally, but then, mostly at three in the morning, I lay in bed thinking of all the things I have done wrong. All the things I should have said. All the times I should have gone left instead of right. And I’m paralysed with the ‘what ifs.’ I used to think that it was a good thing to listen to my inner voice, as it was only trying to make sure that I did the right thing. But lately, the voice is less concerned with what I do, but it's much more interested in why I do things. Why do I always have to get involved in things that don’t concern me? Why do I always have to have an opinion on everything? And, most importantly, why can’t I keep my big mouth shut? Does my inner ...

Hello, lovelies. Can you believe it? Today marks the first of June. We’re halfway through the year. And for me, this year was going to be the start of my 26-year plan of being a world-famous writer, married to Jason Momoa, and living the high life. However, to date, I am no closer to my goal than I was when I first envisioned where I wanted my life to be. And that had me worrying. On my next birthday, I will be half a century old, and I am not living the life I thought I would. As a child, I always knew that I wanted to be a famous actor, touring the world in my own one-woman show, signing autographs and posing for pictures with my adoring fans. And so far, the only people wanting to talk to me are my bank manager, credit card companies and some random bloke who keeps calling me instead of his mate. We have very similar numbers. So, is this all I can expect in my life? Waking up, going to work, coming home, doing the laundry and falling into bed. Wash, rinse and repeat. But ...