This week I sort of moved back in with my parents. At thirty-one years old. Into my childhood room, which I spent the whole of last weekend clearing out of fifteen years of accumulated memories and junk (in equal measure). To make room for a two-bed house’s...
We’ve all been there – frustrated and resentful about having to constantly push someone we love to become a better version of themselves. I realised over the last few weeks that the journey I went on with my own family was something that’s repeated...
I bet you already think you know what I’m going to write here don’t you? Yet another post on manifesting the life of your dreams, how you can have it all if only you just perfected that vision board or wished hard enough or read The Secret one more time....
As my dad yelled down the phone at me from the other side of Europe, screaming that this was to be the biggest mistake I would ever make, I withdrew from his energy and focused instead on the knowing voice inside my head that told me everything would be OK. That was...
Around December and January time, there are always a tonne of articles and blog posts about how to get organised for the coming year; how to meet your dreams, what to do, what not to do, how to make resolutions you’ll keep blah blah blah. I hate those articles...
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