I’m not sure if this happens to everyone, but the last 12 months for me have been a jumbled mix of content and complacency. I’m at that glorious age where I’ve learnt a few things: not to take people at their word too much, to be a little more selfish, to still love the fuck out of everyone anyway – as much as possible. And while that’s all well and good, within this groovy new flow, came a blatant lack of care for my appearance. Continue reading
Sometimes the smallest thing just gets stuck in your head, for years and years. One of mine, strangely enough, is a tiny piece of an Oprah show.
The topic was gratitude journalling, all the rage at the time. One woman got up, almost in tears, voice shaking, and said “what if I can’t think of anything to be grateful for? I tried to keep a gratitude journal, but some days I get up and the only positive thing about my life is the fact that I don’t have a headache.” Continue reading