There are so many words I could use
to describe 2014: challenging, emotional, grounding, full of sorrow but also
happiness. Long story short, 2014 has been pretty life changing. There are
probably many more I could pull out of the bag but both my limited vocabulary
and time prevent me from spending too much further thought on this. I have lost
someone but have been fortunate enough to be able to learn the true extent of
friendship and gain a certain someone along the way.
Showing posts with label Being Myself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Myself. Show all posts
30 December 2014
10 January 2014
New Year’s resolutions or learning to like myself a bit more
“No
one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, okay? So any mean thing
someone's going to think of saying about me, I've already said to me, about me,
probably in the last half hour.”
- Hannah, Girls
Its 10 days into 2014 and
I am now back in London and back to reality after a relaxing 2 weeks at home. 2
weeks of no writing, hardly any emails and nothing more than time with my dog
(not that she appreciated it), my family (they were glad to ship me back to
London by the end) and my friends (sadly missed).
7 August 2013
Overcoming my writer’s block: Or why it is a good idea to let people surprise you
I am sat at my big
worktable in a place I like to call my little paradise: our house in the south
of France. It’s been 4 days since I stepped of the plane from London and into
the peace and serenity of a place I call home. Bikini top and shorts, skin
glistening with sunscreen; it is 28 degrees and slightly cloudy today. Perfect
weather for writing. Except that, as might have been obvious by the lack of
posts, I have suffered from the worst writer’s block. Yes there have been times
when I have felt uninspired but never has the draught lasted aslong as this.
7 May 2013
Does this make my bum look big? On how we see ourselves & self-esteem
"In the words of Oscar Wilde 'Be yourself; everyone else is taken'." - Carol Lake*
Every morning on my way into work
I walk past a newspaper and magazine stand. The last time I actually bothered
to take a look at any of the magazines on their shelves I, unsurprisingly, found
most magazines trying to entice me to buy them by promising me a quick and easy
way to the perfect body. Taking their offer seriously I should have the perfectly
tall, lean, muscular body structure with long legs, straight, white teeth, long
fingers (but not toes) and radiant skin that I have always dreamed of.
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