I DON’T believe in New Year resolutions. I don’t like the pressure, the feeling that we’re all somehow not good enough or the expectation that we all need to change something. However. All that aside, I do absolutely, hand on heart, totally and utterly adore New Year and the inescapable buzz of transformation, hope and excitement that hangs in the air. Because whilst I don’t believe in making a mammoth
I DON’T know what’s happened to me over the past few months. But I do know this. No longer can I stand fakery. No longer can I stand the not so sweet smell of bulls**t that seems to linger pretty much everywhere these days. Do you know what I mean?! I’ve talked about it a few times on my blog previously. About the importance of being honest and authentic. And
I KNOW nothing. Ok, so maybe not nothing but definitely, very little. If I was an owl, I would be rubbish, because you know they’re supposed to be wise and well, I’m far from that. Yet. It’s my birthday tomorrow and I will be turning the ripe young age of 36. And so, last night when I was thinking what to write about today, I thought, I know! I’ll share
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,
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
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