personal reinvention

I’m Sarah but it’s more fun Being Lois

I was on a women’s retreat in Italy. There were ten of us, and four were called Sarah. It was getting complicated.

I could see where it was heading; I’d been saddled with Stumpy Sarah in a previous, over-Sarah’d work situation, so I suggested we all choose a temporary name before we got ‘tagged’. The retreat focused on personal growth, and as we were mostly strangers, why not re-invent ourselves?

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The right shoes can change your life

It’s three months since we moved from Cromer to the Caribbean, and our stuff has at last arrived from England. Eighteen boxes of freight, SIX of which were my shoes and boots – that’s ONE THIRD OF ALL OUR BELONGINGS.

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How feng shui-ing my knicker drawer led to a Caribbean adventure

It started the day I couldn’t find my big beige knickers. I knew they were in my smalls drawer somewhere, along with all the other manky old favourites. It was time to muck out my underwear. It felt good. So I moved on to socks, nighties, jumpers, the pruning-the-roses t-shirts… I simply couldn’t stop. With no clear idea why, over the next three months I systematically swept through the whole house, sorting, ditching, burning and giving away so much stuff, we echoed. I was on a high, it was like shedding a skin. For the first time ever I looked at everything and asked: Do I love it? Do I need it? Do I use it? And if not, why am I holding on to it? I ditched anything that had even the merest hint of negative association, muttering ‘Just because I’ve always had it, doesn’t mean I have to keep it.’

Isn’t Feng Shui daft woo-woo claptrap?

One day, on my knees chucking out paperbacks, I found a book someone had given me on Feng Shui. I’d never read it: Isn’t Feng Shui daft woo-woo claptrap, I thought? But as I flicked through it, something caught my eye: The first rule of Feng Shui is to declutter, so energy can flow around the house and you can always find your big beige knickers…

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