I turned 34 today. My friend told me recently not to worry about it because it’s only 2 x 17. Like, 17 is a smaller number so less scary. But I think that’s the first time it dawned on me … Continue reading 17 ways life has changed since 17
Fifteen years ago my family bought tickets to go and see Miss Saigon at the Edinburgh Playhouse. I was studying Acting and Performance at college at the time and annoyingly I had a show on the same night as Miss … Continue reading Miss Saigon: A review
Don’t touch me. I didn’t give you permission. You know that’s assault? You don’t, do you? I imagine you wouldn’t be doing it if you did. I hope you wouldn’t. You think it’s funny? It’s not. You slapped by bum … Continue reading Don’t touch me.
So I was nominated for the versatile blogger award by the lovely Carol who blogs over at Born into the Wildlife . She writes about life and identity and her posts often spark further conversation on the topic. Carol is … Continue reading Versatile Blogger Award
I complain about my single status on this blog ALL THE TIME. I’m sure you’re all sick of it by now, so you’ll be glad to hear that’s not what this post is about. You can thank me later. Have you heard the new Ellie Goulding song; Army? Well, she was tired of writing songs about boys and the stupid things that they do (although you’re not all innocent, are you Miss Goulding??) so Army is written for her best friend. So I’ve taken a leaf out of her book and this post is for my best friend. … Continue reading You don’t grow up with someone and then not grow old with them.
Before I actually start writing this post, I want to express my thanks to the lovely girl who used my comment form in the ‘About me’ section of this blog. You are the first to use it and your words genuinely meant the world to me. Writing on the internet opens you up to all kinds of criticism and while I haven’t actually been subjected to ‘internet trolls’, I am aware that it’s a risk I take every time I post on this little blog. So for someone to take time out their life to send me a … Continue reading A novel idea
The half marathon broke me. Not physically. Physically I recovered in a couple of days. The aches eased, the bruises faded and the chafing (yes, the chafing!) healed. But mentally… mentally I was a bit broken. For 12 weeks prior to the half marathon that’s all I thought about. Training right, eating right, building muscle, increasing my distance, running up hills, running down them, sprinting, spin classes, weights sessions, injuries. Then, the day came and went and when I woke up on the Monday after and struggled into work I felt kind of free. I didn’t have to … Continue reading It seems I fell off the wagon…