I haven’t written anything here for four years, which is a blessing and a curse. The upside to not ‘documenting’ my life since 2014 is that I’ve lived it without an extensive reminder of the uglier moments – the tears when my anxiety came back with a vengeance, the frustration
Playing catch up
Before I start feeling inexplicably guilty for not writing anything non-work related forever, let me start by saying hello. How’ve you been? I hope that those of you who do ocassionally find themselves here haven’t missed me too much – in fact I’m pretty sure that the majority of you follow
28 before 28
In previous years, I’ve written ‘Life Lists’ as opposed to resolutions in preparation for the year ahead – writing down things I’d like to achieve every day, every week, in 6 months time and by the end of the year. From small things like improving my eating habits, to bigger
Ten Lovely Things: Autumn
Autumn is my favourite time of year. The crisp air, the smell of bonfires, colourful leaves on a grey pavement, the food, the knitwear…there’s something about it that makes everything feel enchanted to me, like anything is possible. If you’re feeling a little overwhelmed by the world at the moment (let’s
The Burning House
“If your house was burning, what would you take with you? It’s a conflict between what’s practical, valuable and sentimental. What you would take reflects your interests, background and priorities. Think of it as an interview condensed into one question.” I’d been meaning to submit something to The Burning House for a while
Stand Up Tall
I’ve been thinking a lot about my self confidence and how it relates to my height. Actually, perhaps it’s the opposite – I’ve been thinking about my height, and what effect it’s had on my confidence over the years. A few weeks ago I came across this blog post over at Fuller Figure, Fuller Bust, where
My Talented Friends: Zoe Butler
Zoe and I have been friends for 5 years, give or take a few drunken months. We met at University – when she lived around the corner in a house full of exchange students who thought they were being poisoned – and it wasn’t long before she moved in with us and