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
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
AFTER a week of being housebound with germs, getting outside at the weekend was a must. A chance to blow off some cobwebs. A chance to visit somewhere we’ve never been. (Even though it’s practically right on our doorstep.) After a relaxing Saturday morning watching films (and crying at the beginning of UP!) we ventured out to Monk Bretton Priory – a ruined medieval priory, less than 10 mins away
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,
THIS morning I’ve been publicising myself and my work… As you can currently find me featured on the fabulous new Activia UK website as one of their feel good bloggers. A rather lovely blogging career highlight, that’s for sure! Truth be told, I’m proud as punch. Anyway, you can find me here and read all about my top tips on how to love your body, if you fancy it. But
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
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