It has slowly dawned on me that one of the obstacles standing in the way of human beings finding peace is, among other things, that it is boring. Allow me to highlight some recent observations that may further illuminate what I mean. First, I have a girlfriend who has had some really shabby relationships. Going through the mill with yet another unsuitable suitor, we had a discussion about what a healthy, happy relationship might look like. Be like. Feel like. Her conclusion?
When I was a teenager at school and when I was a nuisance with a thick black marker, I used to have a tag name. The name given to me was, Rage. I don’t think you need much of an imagination to think why. I was an angry young woman and I expressed my anger mostly by fighting people. I now have a body of scars and bruised eye sockets to show for it. As I write this blog now, this old and familiar emotion has recently come back to haunt me. I have mellowed with age and time has