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 I’m not sure if this will resound with anyone but being a bit of a music and lyrics junkie/tragic I often find inspiration from songs so I thought I would share some of them with my friends. Scroll on by if it doesn’t. Here’s the first from “In the Living Years” Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door… … So don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be okay…  You know how the rest goes …  I’ve been doing a lot of beating on that door this week. I’ve been doing my fair share of blaming: Oh my goodness! I have been angry at the world; at Presidents and Prime Ministers and corrupt politicians and aaaaalllll the people I don’t even know who’ve played a part in my feelingstuckwithoutanycontrolandjustmadashellness, and I’ve even been mad as hell at Brené Brown even though I carry her book in my bag and listen

  Eduquer une femme c’est éduquer une nation I make resolutions. At the start of each year I hear people saying: “ I do not make New Year’s resolutions,” and to be honest, I smile politely and nod my head in agreement but deep down inside I’m judging them! “How can they not,” I ask myself indignantly? Why would one not use the opportunity of this wonderful time of the year when one digit on the calendar changes excepting once in one hundred years when two digits change, to institute at least one or two improvements in ones life or at the very least, change one stinking habit?  I do confess to making a list of at least ten things I would like to get done every year and yes, one could call it procrastination particularly if one is making the same resolutions at the beginning of each year. At the beginning of the big COVID Lockdown a friend of mine sent me a two page list of 101 things to do during Lockdown. I was veritably salivating at the challenge! I could hardly wait to start ticking