Just Emma

        Hello, lovelies.           They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That one person's trash is another’s treasure. There are so many versions of the truth, how is one to know if we’re ever right or not? Mostly, we strive to create a world in which we can grow, learn, love and be the best version of ourselves. But what happens when our idea of who we are doesn’t reflect how others perceive us? How can we bridge the gap when someone sees us so differently than how we see ourselves? Which version of us is true? The way we feel about ourselves versus the way others see us? Can we be certain of how we come across? And what happens when we are confronted by others about who we are and have to work out how our version is so completely wrong? Are we really how we see ourselves? Or do we have a blindside to all our foibles and idiosyncrasies? Are we really who we think we are? Or should we take what others say about us with a p...

          Hello, lovelies.                  How much truth is in the old adage, go big or go home? How much stock can we hold to the meaning, that bigger is better? Is having more of something always an advantage? Can you have too much of a good thing? Be loud and proud. In today's society, we’ve been led to believe that having more means that we’ve made it in life. More money, more success and more stuff to fill our homes and empty our bank accounts. How many pairs of shoes are too many? 5 pairs? 10 Pairs? More? Asking for a friend. In a world where we can have more of anything we like and could ever want, shouldn’t that mean that we’re happy? More content? More satisfied? But then, maybe having too much or too many could only mean loss and emptiness. Too much stuff equals too little space. And what happens when having too much of something affects those around us? Is it wise to stay away from flaunting what we’ve go...

       Hello, lovelies.         Hopefully, we are all the main characters in our own stories. The main focus of our own lives. But can that mean that we might bend what we see to fit our narrative, to a point that even when we misbehave, we can make ourselves believe that we are the victims of our bad behaviour, not the preparator? No one wants to believe that we are bad at heart, but what happens when that is what we are? Should we always point out someone’s misdoings so that they can reflect and grow in their lives? But how can we know that what we are saying is for good reasons, and not to deflect from our own lives? Who has the right to say what they see, or what they think they see, and not what is the easiest route out of a sticky situation? Can we trust what we ‘think’ is correct, or should we all take our version of the truth with a pinch of salt?              I can honestly say that I have never don...

         Hello, lovelies.          In a world where truth can be subjective and perceptions may vary widely, telling someone your version of the truth can often lead to misunderstandings, conflicts, and hurt feelings. While it might seem innocent or well-intentioned to share our perspective, there are always some inherent risks and downsides that come with presenting our personalized version of reality. And with so many forms of the truth, how can we know what is right and what is true? As the old saying says, there’s your version, my version and the truth lies somewhere in the middle. So, is it always right to tell someone the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? And what happens when what we have to say doesn’t come from a good place, but from deflection, rejection or anger? Is our truth more valid than those around us? Could our versions of the truth be biased or tainted? What are the pitfalls of telling our version of th...

       Hello, lovelies.                If the past global pandemic has taught us anything, it is that coughs and sneezes may cause diseases, but they can also kill us. In real time the world was taught a whole new vocabulary. Being positive was bad, whilst being negative was an excellent thing. Remember having a break in the circuit. Who knew what tier we were on at any given time? Eat out to help out, remember that one? I bet that there are very few people who wouldn’t remember the great loo roll shortage of 2020. And that the safest way to mix and mingle with our neighbours was to have the Covid vaccine. Queues formed around the designated buildings, as we waited for the jab. We all have to carry COVID-19 passport cards and show them on demand if we wanted to go anywhere or do anything. Yes, some people refused to get the jab, but by and large, we all signed up for it so that we could try and get the world back to some form ...

        Hello, lovelies.           In a world where individuality is prized, one would imagine that it’s better to stand out than to blend in, from our clothes to music, literature preferences and politics. Not being the same as our neighbours is highly regarded. So, it shouldn’t be hard for me to find others that lean the same way that I do. There must be others who share my weird dark sense of humour, have the same drunken sailor vocabulary, and even my deep love of the theatre. In all my years, I have met some lovely people who can slot nicely onto one or two of my weird eccentricities. But I have yet to find anyone who can match me in my weird and wonderful uniqueness. Does it actually matter in the great scheme of things? Surely it would be a very boring world if we were all to think and act the same. But it can be a very lonely place being one of a kind. When no one out there is just like me, is that a good thing? Or should I try ...

       Hello, lovelies.             To say that I could talk the hind legs off a donkey, would be the understatement of the century. I talk to anyone and everyone, whether they like it or not. On buses, at the supermarket or just when walking the dogs. I just find people fascinating. Every one of us has our own unique life stories. With no two lives the same. And I am a sucker for asking questions. From the silly ones like, what is your favourite colour? Green. To some pretty hard-hitting life-altering questions like, do you dunk your cheese toastie in your tomato soup? And if not, why not? A real-life question that was asked in the staff room at work, and still manages to polarise people to this day. (You most definitely dunk!) I really can’t help myself. As soon as the question pops into my mind, I find myself voicing it. But does my need to chat put people off? Are my silly questions just an annoying distraction that would be be...