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  • The joy of self permission

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    Firstly I must apologise for the break between blogs. It's a heartfelt apology but one that I have decided not to beat myself up about. And that is the point of this blog. I drive myself pretty hard most of the time. I am always busy. I truly believe the old adage, 'If you want something done, ask ...

  • The joy of a midday movie

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    I've been home from work, sick, all week. I'm not much of a reader and I haven't felt well enough to do much else. As a result, I've watched more daytime television than I have for many years. I've discovered that it's filled with repeats of past series' of current evening dramas and old episodes o...

  • The joy of a good laugh

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    According to my cursory search of the Internet, there’s no scientific proof that laughter is good for our health. But it sure makes us feel good, and there must be some benefit to that. In spite of the lack of empirical studies, there are widely held views about how good laughter is for our health. ...

  • The joy of a good apple

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    About 30 years ago I was a leader at an Easter youth camp. Before the camp all of the leaders spent a weekend together, getting to know each other and planning the camp. One of the other leaders came from a family of apple farmers at Lenswood, in the Adelaide Hills. Golden Delicious apples had jus...

  • The joy of a good run

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    I have worked in the central business district for most of the 30 years of my working life and for my four years at university before that. For the past three years I have driven into the city each day, only because my car, which is provided through my work, must be available for use by other staff ...

  • The joy of generous friends

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    Just before my diagnosis with breast cancer some dear friends whom I have known for 30 years gave us their caravan. They planned to move to Queensland and were getting rid of things they didn't need. They had bought the caravan about 9 years beforehand, intending to renovate it, but had never finish...

  • The joy of proficiency

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    I remember when I was learning the piano as a child. I knew I should practise every day. Whilst I wasn’t quite that diligent I did practise regularly and could play the piano reasonably well back then. I would never have made a concert pianist but I put that down to the fact that in all areas of my ...

  • The joy of first times

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    One of the things I struggle to get across to my 13 year old daughter is that having to wait for some experiences is a good thing. I’m sure I felt like her when I was younger but I think it’s even harder for kids now. Everything around them encourages them to grow up faster and with that comes the ...

  • The joy of back to normal

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    For about the past year, as a result of the rebuilding of a bridge, traffic that normally travelled along another major road has been diverted to the main road from which we enter our street. Getting out of our street in the morning and entering it on the way home from work in the evening ...

  • The joy of getting over yourself

    Posted November 2, 2013 by JoBattersby1961

    Yesterday I had a challenging day at work. I won't go into the detail but a series of events had left me feeling frustrated, foolish and inadequate. The temptation was to wallow in it, feel sorry for myself, give up, or any number of other unhelpful responses that wouldn't have changed the situation...