Another blogger, writing another fucking blog, hey?
Well, yeah. That’s basically the size of it.
I’m blogging my way to better health, more confidence, stronger mental resilience and an income through the vehicle of writing, creativity and mildly offensive colloquialisms.
At the end of last year, I needed some time out. I. Was. Done. Done with work. Done with clients and projects with ever-extending end dates. Done with parenting. Done with exams and running a business and a constantly filthy house and a husband away randomly...read more
I have been the type of person who often says things and then twenty minutes later changes their mind. You might resonate with that. Or you might know people like that and want to punch them squarely in their fucking flaky face. (It's ok, I often feel that way about...read more
I stumbled across this question last week. What would a person who loved themselves do? Because, really, what WOULD a person who loved themselves do? Every time I reach for the Haribo. Every time I skip exercise. Every time I work longer than I want, or...read more
A few weeks ago, I posted some Instagram stories (a favourite pastime of mine) all about friendship. Or, more specifically, how to make more friends. Y'see, in real life, I'm an awkward sort of person. I don't know whether that comes across over the interwebs that...read more
I don't know how to start this post. My daughter's in the background playing with the fridge magnets and making a bloop-bleep noise. I can hear the dishwasher sploshing away in the kitchen. I'm trying desperately not to survey the mess in my office, and failing....read more