It all gets on top of us sometimes. When we’re a single parent, we can…
Being surrounded by distractions and opportunities to waste time, we live in an age where it’s easier to procrastinate than ever.
Raising kids in the Instagram era is terrifying. As an only-just Millennial I grew up with mere magazines and a non-HD TV as my insight into what ‘the norm’ for other women’s appearances were (to be honest, who can tell what they look like when the telly picture is that fuzzy?), and somehow seemed to emerge unscathed.
Love it or hate it, winter is on the way and it seems to be the season that has most of us divided.
It took me 31 years to put two and two together and realise the birth control I was taking, largely to help with the symptoms of endometriosis, were hugely affecting my moods. And it’s taken me almost another two years to understand the cyclical seasons my body goes through each and every month.
Never was my difficulty to motivate more evident than when I had a book to write in six weeks. Alongside my day job, I had around 2,000 words to write daily to ensure I met my target of 70-80,000, and to be quite frank I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do it.
When Elfie was diagnosed with a chronic health condition, one thing that struck me was how much sheer admin is involved: we spend so much time ping-ponging between GPs, Consultants, clinics and pharmacies that you need to possess the diary management skills of an Executive-level PA to keep up with it all.
At the end of the event a gynae cancer survivor spoke about her experiences. She ignored her bleeding and pain far longer than she should have, she said, and she ended up having to have her entire vagina removed. “Because of my embarrassment”, she said, “I no longer have a vagina. Don’t let that happen to you”.