My Greatest Achievements

Facebook Post 5th March 2019

 

Been a bit down and emotional over the last couple of weeks….you can always tell when I am really low as I flab about in one of my husband’s T-shirt’s or jumpers like I am in a permanent hug from him…..and I have really struggled with finding any sort of motivation or happiness.

Well, today, I was chatting with someone about stuff that we have done that makes us proud……not like our children for example but things we have done personally and it got me thinking.

What am I most proud of?

What have I done that I can say has made or still makes a difference…because that is what it should do….make a difference?

What have I done?

So…here goes for me….

Nearly 11 years ago I decided to continue a 12 week run of activity mornings for pre-schoolers that had been started by Charnwood Play Rangers. They left me some basic equipment and the advertising from that 12 weeks. Since then @MiniMoversAnstey has come on leaps and bounds meeting every Tuesday in the village hall. We have had literally hundreds of young people through our doors with the help of a few people…but most especially my amazing friend K, who keeps me going in my darkest moments and listens to me whittle on and supported by the awesome ladies in the Parish Council office we have grown and grown and continue to do so.

I run a pretty successful Cub pack and have been there now for coming up to 7 years (I think!). I am far from the best Cub Leader out there but I think we run a pretty good meeting and all the young people are just fantastic. They give me a reason to keep going each week even when I would rather be hiding in a corner somewhere but I force myself out and am so glad that I do. When I see what they achieve, how they grow and develop before moving off to Scouts I think I have played a small part in developing their skills for life which is something the Scout Association is striving towards. I have just taken on the Group Scout Leader role as well, responsible for looking after the Group in general and, although a huge learning curve, I hope (think) that I am doing enough to allow people to start trusting me. Yes my admin is sometimes rubbish but I do try. I have also met some pretty amazing people through it….both leaders and parents…and for their support I am always grateful.


In February 2013 I saw a poster for collecting baby wipe packets. I decided, in a spontaneous moment, to set up a Facebook event to remind myself to collect them. I invited a few parent friends of mine thinking we might get a couple of hundred…….within 26 hours Alison, (one of the friends I had invited) and I were at our respective computers with tears streaming down our faces as the two thousandth person signed up. I then thought I had better make contact with the person behind the charity doing the collecting…..the inspirational Heather at Ellie’s Fund Brain Tumour Trust….who was thinking (I believe) “what the actual……is this all about!?” But she went with the flow, trusted me (not sure why! 😂😂) and before the wet wipe packet sponsorship was stopped we had raised over £42,000 for research into childhood brain tumours. She continued the whole idea of recycling and I believe it is now over £50k that has been raised from other people’s rubbish….oh and I also shaved my head and held a couple of fundraising dinners to raise even more funding. Heather has become one of those people who I am so glad I have met and become good friends with….even though I would rather not have done….as in I would rather she hadn’t had to do what she does following the loss of her beautiful daughter. I also met some beautifully hearted people who beavered away behind the scenes doing the admin that I failed so spectacularly on (they were good at that…I wasn’t. 😳😍😝)

And my favourite achievement…..I saved an owl. Just happened to be in the right place at the right time with the time allowance to do what needed to be done…which really wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things but I took the time to go back (three times) to where she was sitting injured and I didn’t just drive by. The vets did all the hard work in getting her well again but well….not going to brag…but I saved an OWL!

So there….the four biggest achievements in my life (apart from my children of course).

What’s yours? Come on….let’s lift ourselves up a little.

This Is Me

I am.

I am a kind person. A loving, loyal friend who will give you my first and last Rolo.

I am a survivor and yet still a victim to my past.

I am learning. Learning to stand tall and lose the mantle of shame and guilt.

I am a Cub leading, playgroup organising, fundraising show director.

I am a good mum to 4 gorgeous children.

I am a wife to my tolerant husband.

I am hurt and in pain.

I am healing.

I am dedicated and devoted.

I am angry and abused.

I am fighting to keep my head above water.

I am co-owner of a successful small business with ideas that help us grow.

I am afraid.

I am beautiful yet don’t believe it.

I am worthy yet worthless.

I am the result of my past.

I am the author of my future.

I am me.

Hello Strangers

It has been a while. A long while. A while in which an awful lot has happened.

I wanted to come back a while ago but my blog had previously caused quite a huge problem which I won’t go into but I was made to feel that I couldn’t blog to protect other people’s feelings but now I want to blog. I have stayed silent too many times in my past to protect others but now I want to talk. I want to be open. I want to be honest.

If you can’t handle it then don’t read me. It as simple as that.

However – IF you do read me I beg you not to think you are making things better by taking things into your own hands and “dealing” with people you think need “dealing” with. They don’t and you don’t have the right to do that without talking to me first.

I am angry, I am often very angry but that is no-one’s fault except the people who abused me. Don’t go blaming others because that just makes me feel so much worse.

I have no way of guessing which way my blog will take me. I have no plan of action or direction but it will go where it needs to go. If you choose to take the journey with me hold my hand, cling onto my tow rope and give me a tug when I tire. Send me a cyber hug to let me know you are there or simply sit quietly beside me.

This is me. This is what I do. This is what I am.

Introducing me

It’s been too long. I’ve been hiding too long. I’ve been trying not to hurt or worry others and neglected myself in the meantime. I am trying to find myself – properly this time.

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Who am I?

That’s a very good question. I am Georgie – mummy, wife and co-business owner. I am a multifaceted, complex character with a great ability to act when needed.

People see me and they see a confident person who is sure of herself but in reality I’m the total opposite. That is where the ability to act comes in. I pretend to be someone else but inside I am a shivering wreck.

Those of you who have met me know I talk a lot. That is my nerves. Whenever I met someone new I babble – talk, talk, talk. If I talk they can’t see me cower, they can’t see me shaking in my shoes and they can’t see the pain and sadness – I hope.

I’m an angry person. I rage at injustice in the world because I have been on the receiving end and never received…

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Introducing me

Who am I?

That’s a very good question. I am Georgie – mummy, wife and co-business owner. I am a multifaceted, complex character with a great ability to act when needed.

People see me and they see a confident person who is sure of herself but in reality I’m the total opposite. That is where the ability to act comes in. I pretend to be someone else but inside I am a shivering wreck.

Those of you who have met me know I talk a lot. That is my nerves. Whenever I met someone new I babble – talk, talk, talk. If I talk they can’t see me cower, they can’t see me shaking in my shoes and they can’t see the pain and sadness – I hope.

I’m an angry person. I rage at injustice in the world because I have been on the receiving end and never received justice – through cowardice or perpetrators never being caught. I know I should get on top of this as anger is such a negative feeling but it is a feeling. For years I didn’t feel anything. I locked away my emotions because it was my protection. I boxed them away in mentally labelled boxes – hurt, fear, insecurity, jealousy, cowardice,confusion, distrust plus lots more of a similar ilk – and I put them in a mentally locked cupboard safely behind huge mental iron doors. I was safe from them….until someone “blew the bloody doors off”.

I’m a loving person. I love anyone who gives me their time or energy. I adore my family, even if I don’t show it as often as I should. Traditionally I gave my love too easily and got annihilated and abused hence why I am a mistrusting person.

I am a coward. I keep saying that but I am. I hide when I can’t cope. I dissociate from the situation and I withdraw. I leave my body vulnerable in order to protect my mind and I don’t speak out – well I didn’t – I’m a little too vocal now!

I’m a survivor. I used to be a victim – all too often the victim – but now i survive. I can’t, mentally, afford to be a victim any more so I survive.

My tagline on many forums was always “Life is like a rose – to reach the flower you have to climb the thorns” and jeeeez – I’ve climbed some huge thorns.