Written on Sunday 15th. I was reminded of something tonight as I was cooking dinner. This time last year, it feels so long ago, I was five months out of uni and still looking for a job. Now: I'm one year and four months out of uni and I'm in a job I enjoy and… Continue reading Doing Okay
I didn't write on Monday and it's for a number of reasons. The main one being - I didn't have a sodding clue what to write a blog of at least 400 words about. I didn't have one idea. So, I went to my muse (my sister) and she said 'conspiracy theories' or 'Hitchcock Films'… Continue reading Running at 35%
I was asked an interesting question by one of my colleagues yesterday. At the time, I gave a quick answer - the answer I expect I would have wanted to hear but as I've dwelled on it over the past 24 hours, I've come to realise that there are a number of ways that I… Continue reading School Timeturner
It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, actually, it isn't. I only missed one upload but it feels like I have not written to you, my lovely small community of readers, for quite some time. As I mentioned in Wednesday's blog (all that time ago) over the weekend I headed to the place I call… Continue reading Going Home
Today's blog comes to you at a later time, and for that I apologise. It's not because I didn't try to write one - I've tried to write a couple! One called 'History Has it's Eyes on You' (guess the reference) and one untitled focusing on my words for the year willing and expectant. But as I tried… Continue reading Writers Block
Change. I have a fear of change, I imagine a lot of people do. My fear of change comes from a deep root in my being that whenever something changes in my life - it’s going to get worse. When I move house, whenever I stay overnight somewhere new, I have this thing which I've… Continue reading Change, Insecurity, Loneliness
A tunnel doesn’t last forever, and other car drivers want to help you. There is always a light at the end, even if it does seem far away. Right now, I’m stuck in a tunnel and it’s starting to become darker and heavier. People are calling out to me trying to help but I can’t accept it. I put on a brave face saying I can do it, I can get out of the tunnel. I say I’m fine. One day, I’ll get out of the tunnel. I’ll follow another car, someone will get into my car or I’ll feel God with me.