FOR the first time in my life, I was a little nervous to wear a bikini. A little more tentative and a lot more anxious than normal. Not like me at all in fact.
THIS is one post that I never dreamed that I’d be writing. Nor is it one that I hope anyone needs to read. But I’m writing it, because sadly, this is something that has recently happened to me which means, in all probability, it could happen to any of us at any time. I’ve experienced being truly gossiped and talked about twice in my life.
I SWEAR I have the loveliest readers. Thanks so much to those of you who have messaged or emailed me recently to ask if everything is OK. You’re right, I have been a little quiet on the blog of late but hopefully this little vlog I recorded this morning will explain why. In a nutshell, all is fine, many plans are afoot and I promise, there’s lots of super content
TO be fair most people would argue my life has been pretty odd since the day I was born. (*winks*) But you know what I’m talking about right? That sense that everything in your world just isn’t going to plan. When things feel like they’re falling apart and no matter how hard you try, everything just doesn’t want to work out. Like it should or like it normally does.
IT’S been a while since I’ve blogged and blimey, I haven’t half missed it! But you know how it is. Life, well sometimes it just kinda gets in the way, doesn’t it? It’s been a busy few weeks in my world with one thing and another, so I thought I’d give you the lowdown as to what has been going on and what I’ve been up to.
TODAY I’m back with another Agony Aunt column. I haven’t done one for a while (if you’re interested, you can catch up on the others here) so when this letter popped into my inbox, I knew straightaway that I needed to answer it quickly. Why? Because it’s something I have personally struggled with my entire life. Many thanks to the person who sent it in. I really hope it helps.
AS a blogger, it’s hard not to think that you suck sometimes. That your work has little meaning. Or to put it bluntly… that it’s total and utter crap. I feel this way every couple of weeks at least. It’s a regular occurrence in my world. An old, familiar enemy.
I DON’T know about you, but my life is FULL. Full to the brim of stuff I need to do, stuff I need to keep, stuff I want to have. Emotional stuff. Happy stuff. Dark stuff. To do lists. Little notes on bits of paper. Reminders. Dates. Torn out recipes I want to try one day. Internal memos. Dreams, hopes and desires. Life. Love. Work. Relationships. Motherhood. I’m exhausted just even