In life isn’t it nice to be nice? At home, at work, with your family. I’m a big believer in getting back what you give out and try to use this a basis for the way I treat other people. My thought is, that if I treat others the way I wish to be treated then I shall set myself up for the happiest life possible.
I used to do an excellent line in self-pity.
After the ex and I split up I spent a long time feeling sorry for myself. I was well-used to the ugly cry when something didn’t go my way, the snotty weep on the bathroom floor waling “it’s not fair!”. Only natural, I think, when your life suddenly gets turned upside down: I didn’t quite know how else to react sometimes.
If you are reading this blog you probably have some sort of online storytelling platform. Whether it’s your own blog, a Twitter, Instagram or Facebook account… if you are sharing words or images online you are part of our digital storytelling generation.
One of my favourite things in the whole world is my car.
I bought it last year; as I’d been with my husband since the age of 18 we’d always bought cars together, and when we first split in 2013 my parents loaned me the money to buy a new (to me) one. This was to be my first solo car purchase and I was excited.
Growing up, I always want my children to know how lucky they are to have been born in this country.
We all have our issues with some ways this country is run – I know I do – but overall I feel incredibly lucky that we live in a democracy with access to world-leading free healthcare, a brilliant education system and the opportunity to be pretty much whoever we want to be.
January 1st always brings a great deal of pressure with it. On the day we’re supposed to be focussing on clean slates, new beginnings and resolutions we’re also either battling huge hangovers or cranky children. I’m the latter, as I let my two stay up as late as they wanted on NYE; Elfie crashed at 9.
I used to think that life knowledge was a finite concept. Like, you go through your teenage years a bit clueless, learn about life in your twenties and then BOOM! Thirty hits and you’re sorted. You know everything there is to know about life, the love and the universe and live out the rest of your years doing everything right.
We all know that I don’t mind talking about things that might be seen as slightly risqué. Sex, bladders… none of it is off-the-table. As far as I’m concerned, we all have bodies: why not discuss them? Life is confusing enough without having to feel shy about bodily functions that are completely normal.