Long gone are the heady, exciting days when my weekends were all about going out on ‘the razz’. Now my idea of an exciting night is actually having a night in. (It’s the new ‘going out’ you know!) Tonight I am looking forward to doing exactly that. Curling up on the sofa, with a glass of wine in hand (and the bottle nearby) and relaxing. Ah bliss. It’s true, I
THERE are millions of blogs out there, including this one. Millions of people sharing their thoughts and lives on a regular basis, for you to enjoy. But how do you find ‘the one’? The blog that speaks to you. The blog that makes you hang onto every word. Your blog soul mate. How the devil do you track them down and introduce them to your busy, hectic life? On this
YESTERDAY I got the wobbles. It was a wibbly, wobbly kind of day. Not in the physical sense of course (I am NOT a jelly) but in the emotional, spiritual sense. I’ve not had one of these feeling-out-of-sorts kind of days for a while. A long while in fact. So it came as quite a bit of a shock. What the hell is going on here, I thought?! Doubt. That’s
SORRY. I just need to load the dishwasher, then I’ll be with you. Oh and I best tidy up the little lady’s toys too, before I get to it. Still there? I’m coming honest, just one minute! I just need to quickly run upstairs, hoover up, stick a load of washing in blah, blah, blah. Why do we do it? Why DO we do it? Is it me? Am I
IT’S changed my life, my beautiful little corner of the Internet. But it’s also brought some very interesting conversations my way and a hell of a lot of questions too. There’s a whole glut load of misconceptions when it comes to blogging and being a blogger. About the work that’s involved, about what it’s really like and of course, how much money you can make from it. In the three
THIS is the question too many women ask themselves far too often. And not in the healthy, “hmmmm, I wonder why?…” pondering kind of way. But in the, “I’m jealous, disgruntled, hate-her-guts kind of way.” We’ve all done it and I’ll be the first to hold my hand up and say yeeeees, I’ve made this mistake on occasion in the past. But why do we do it? Why is it so
POWERFUL that, isn’t it? These words by Anne Lamott – which I came across and shared last week for my new #wisdominheels project – have lingered around in my thoughts since I read them. They have stayed there, locked into my consciousness, stubborn, persistent and loud. A reminder to grab life with both your hands and live boldly. Indeed, to live fearlessly. I’ve always been a bit of a ‘feisty
SOMETIMES I get so nervous about stuff, that I try and find any excuse not to do something that I know I really should be doing. That I know will be good for me. That I know will take me to new exciting places. In the end, I ignore the excuses – push them off a imaginatory cliff – and I get on with it. Why? Because the alternative
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