Two years ago I let myself say out loud that I wanted to write a novel. That was my big dream. And then I read an article by Mel Robbins that asked, “What are you doing to achieve your dream? I’ve met so many people who say they want to be writers and when I… Continue reading Bloganuary 8: What do you like most about your writing?
These Bloganuary topics are not very well thought through. If you consider that 'being a child' lasts from zero to 12 years old, there are very few toys that will remain with you over that length of time. Certainly for me there are few. But if I think of something that I could consistently enjoy,… Continue reading Bloganuary 4: What was your favorite toy as a child?
Part of the #bloganuary wordpress initiative. Tough first theme to tackle. I don't expect teenage me would take any of this advice because she would have the certainty of youth, certainty that you know how the world works and how your life will run. (Hint: it's not going to go like you planned.) I know… Continue reading What advice would you give your teenage self?
Today marks the day, 26 years ago, when I first arrived in the UK. I have now lived here longer than I lived in the country I was born in. It also marks the day, 18 years ago, when my (then boyfriend now) husband and I moved into our house. This is the longest I… Continue reading A double anniversary
I grew up in a house with a piano, so I knew that eventually I would have piano lessons. Both my sisters had had piano lessons, and my middle sister went on to study music, that's how good she was. My brother instead had guitar lessons - for a while - but apparently he didn't… Continue reading Instruments
Mine was not too bad actually. I'm feeling a bit better in myself than I have been for the past few weeks. I've made peace with yoga again. I did three classes this week and didn't cry or give up on any of them. So what if I can't do acro yoga or a side… Continue reading How was your week? (17.2020)
She was my friend and my flatmate, we agreed on lots of things, but we didn't share the same taste in perfume. Getting ready for a night out she would put on her preferred fragrance, I think it was Elizabeth Arden Red Door. I would wrinkle my nose and insist she smelt of menthol, as… Continue reading Fragrance