Category Archives: How to reach a goal

Independent, or not?

This is a rewrite of a post from August and something I wanted to expand on. I want to ensure that my life in Paris does not come across as just a daily gambol through the City of Love where everything is sunshine and eclairs. My blog is not meant to be anything but an honest account of living with my disability in Paris.  My disability needs didn't disappear when I left Australia and neither did some of the associated problems or my feelings about them.

Wherever you go, there you are.

I don't completely agree with that saying. However there are obvious realities to my disability that exist wherever I am living in the world. For example, I don't magically morph from snuggled into my bed at night to the snappily dressed, hair flicking goddess I am (in my head at least) each morning gliding swan-like around Paris in my motorised wheelchair. There is a process involved in between, a routine that requires assistance from people I hire. So what does having this help and these employees mean to me?


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Five Things That Should Bother Me (but don’t) 

A lot in life depends on how you see it. I don't choose to always see things in a positive way. I'm not that kind of shiny, happy, bubbly person. Those folk are incredibly tiring to be around! But I do see the curious, alternative side of many things and that's why some things that should bother me, don't. [caption id="attachment_1152" align="alignleft" width="103"]Now this chap has some health problems! Health problems?[/caption] 1. It doesn't bother me that I can't walk. I'm sure it used to 100 years ago but only because at the time of acquiring my injury, many things had changed so dramatically and many things were crap. However, now that I'm older and (allegedly) wiser, I know that it's what you do with your life that is most important. If you always think you can't do something because of X Y then you are probably more paralysed than I will ever be. (more…)
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The Only Problem Is …

imageSo, writing a blog eh? Doesn't seem like such a bad idea. You feel like you've got something to say, an interest you'd like to share, a renovation to bore entertain family with or the desire to post photos of everything you eat. The latter of which is really very odd and I don't know why I do it. But I like it.

Or, as in my case, you thought you'd try to educate people that just because you had quadriplegia you were not a sad bitter creature, or worse still 'incredibly brave' despite (hushed voices) 'being paralysed'. Which is a very pointless thing to do as people will think whatever they want in the end if it helps them feel better about their own life. (more…)
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Toilets, wasps and snails!

Seriously. Where do people pee in France? Every time I visit a town outside of Paris, I regret thinking that Paris doesn't have enough toilets. I'm not even talking accessible toilets. I'd kill for a hole in the ground with only trees for cover in some of these towns just 30 minutes from Paris. As I write this I'm in Saint Germain en Laye, a very pretty town near Paris.  I'm at a restaurant and there's a whopping great castle built in front of me. The castle was originally built in 1122. For me that is unfathomable. The restaurant is both touristy and not. Depends on if you are a tourist or not. I apparently look and sound like a tourist today. It's the whole 'small town hasn't seen you here before' thing. I much prefer living in a big busy city although I loved growing up in a teeny tiny country town. Even though it had more churches than a small town should ... (more…)
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