BEING a blogger is wonderful. Life changing, confidence building and a hell of a lot of fun too. It helps you learn new skills, it pulls out of you talents that you never knew you had and it forces you to up your game. But. (There’s always a but right?!) It’s hard. Like seriously hard. I know of many people who think being a blogger is a walk in the park.
“Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.”—
“Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.”
THIS summer has been one of the best of my life. I have changed. I have grown. And I have learnt something. About me and my life. And, most importantly, how I want it to be. There are two clear stand out moments from the summer holidays that will always stay with me. Two light bulb moments. Two occurances which provided clarity and inspiration. Neither of them are anything out of
A FEW weeks ago I wrote a post about walking away from people. From those who make you miserable, treat you shoddily or fill your world with negativity. The post received quite the response (thanks everyone!) and is still attracting comments, even as I type. So today, I thought I’d carry on the ‘walking away’ theme and give us all some food for thought on this sunny Friday. Myself totally
“Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.”—
“Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.”
BEFORE our plane had even landed in Kefalonia, I had already fallen a little in love with the island. As we came into land, we flew over the most beautiful beaches and turquoise seas, pretty little villages scattered across the hills, all lit up by the most glorious sunshine. And so I knew, before my eager feet had even touched the hot tarmac, that I had found a Greek paradise.
EVER wondered how women years gone by looked immaculate? How their clothes fitted them so well? How they always looked pulled together and groomed? Well the secret is that their clothes were made for them or that they made their clothing themselves. No cheap fashion, ‘grab something off a rack’ in decades past. Nope. Their clothes were made to fit their bodies and suit their shape and boy, didn’t they