IN my life I am surrounded by beautiful, damn right fabulous women. The kind of women that make me proud to know them. The kind of women who make juggling modern life demands seem easy. The kind of women whom I know, you would all love. One of my good friends is one of these super women. Beautiful, clever, talented, funny and kind. She has a creative and demanding job.
SOMETIMES being a mum feels like the easiest job in the world. Other days, it’s the hardest, most challenging, frustrating, damn right difficult job I’ve ever had. Or ever will. We’ve all been there haven’t we? No mum is immune from those god awful parenting days. The ones that force you to your knees in the kind of way only motherhood can. Not even the best mums. (Whoever they are) Not
TODAY, before I begin… I just want to say a big ol’ thank you to everyone who commented on, shared or contacted me about Friday’s post. To be honest I’ve been a little overwhelmed by all the kind, lovely comments. However you should all know they came at a time when I absolutely needed them so thank you so much. You made a sad lady a lot happier. And a
I wasn’t going to write a post today. I was going to have a full day off and do very little. You see, I had some very sad news this morning. A friend of mine, the husband of one my closest friends, passed away yesterday after a battle with cancer, and so as I’m feeling more than a little emotional right now, I decided I’d step away from the laptop and
WHAT people think about us? What they may say behind our back or in the company of others. Why do we care if people like us or not? Some people will, others won’t. So what’s the big deal? Why do we care if people look at us in the street or when we’re out and about? Surely it’s better to be noticed than to be invisible? Isn’t it? Why do we
SHAKESPEARE once said: “All the world’s a stage”. And I happen to think he’s right. But what about our stages? The places where we shine. The places where we feel at home. The places where we come alive. Have you found yours yet? It’s a funny question to ask granted, but bear with me. Because the inspiration for this post came from the absolute legend that is Oprah and well, if
WHEN I was 18 years old, I was broken. Same applies for when I was 19 too. On the cusp of adulthood, at a time when life should have seemed full of opportunity, excitement and happiness, I was in the darkest pit of despair I have ever crawled into. Broken. Shattered. Basically ripped apart. From the outside most people would never have guessed my inner turmoil and misery. I looked
SOME days I feel like I could take on the world. (And maybe even win.) Other days it can feel like a struggle just to leave the house and face it, let alone take it on. It’s a funny ol’ thing confidence. Take for instance this week. On Tuesday, I was feeling bold, invincible and at my absolute best. Flying high and making magic happen. And then the day after. Bam,