I’m not traditionally a Christmas card kind of person. I’m all for sending the best of the seasons greetings but to be honest come 22nd December I’m kind of sick of glittery robins and nativity scenes. Here’s a great alternative.
Hands up who’s been feeling the cosmic funk recently? I most certainly am: from the sleepless nights to the anxiety over sod all (and, oh yes, the small matter of the summer holiday juggle), I have not had the easiest fortnight. And, though I know some might put this train of thought down to woo woo, I like to blame the Summer retrograde.
As a bonafide grown-up (or so I’m told), there are lots of unexpected adult things I have to deal with. When I was a kid I dreamt of my mature years being lots of things: exotic, glamorous, fast-paced (and never so blimmin’ tired), but being a grown-up is quite different to how I anticipated.
When some friends of mine, women I hold in really high esteem personally and professionally, would speak to me about the life-changing effects their Life Coaches had caused, I would roll my eyes at the revered tones they’d use.
It’s quite recently that I’ve began to see how absolutely vital the concept of adult friendship is. But these relationships haven’t been as effortless as I always assumed they might be, they take work and endeavour: it’s one thing to realise that you bare yourself and your soul when entering into a romantic relationship, but revealing your vulnerabilities to other women feels like something else entirely.
Is reading four books a month really such an achievement? I think it is, and here are the tomes I tore through these last 30 days!
Well, 2017 eh? I know nobody for whom this year wasn’t a bit of a…
There’s nothing I love more on a grey drizzly morning than a bit of an…