What would it take for me to like my life? Do I like my life? I’ve never asked that question. I invite you to ask yourself that question today. I think my answer would be different depending on many factors. In summer, it’s easier to like life for me. Working in a school means I… Continue reading I think I like this little life
Sleepless Summer Slumber
I slept in today. Only until 8am, which to some isn’t much, but it’s something. I don’t usually get a chance to have the bed to myself. Working in a school, means I’m often out of bed before my husband. There’s something quite nice about a double bed to yourself. All that space. You can… Continue reading Sleepless Summer Slumber
Ego is my enemy but I kind of need her?
I really struggle with ego. Through my study of self help and self development, I’ve come to know that ego can be the enemy. It highlights all our ugliness. Or rather, our scars and our need for approval on the surface level. The reason I struggle with it most is because I can recognise my… Continue reading Ego is my enemy but I kind of need her?
2nd wedding anniversary
When I was younger, I thought love was fireworks. An opening of the chest, tearing out of the heart so that it can only beat in the palm of another person. But that hasn’t been my experience of love. My love has been quiet. Refined. A comforting, knowing whisper in my heart. A knowing that… Continue reading 2nd wedding anniversary
The Power of Rain
The rhythmic clatter of rain dripping from our gutters, thick and fast, is the melody I wake to this morning. This is not the summer I ordered, but I’ll take it. There’s something quite poetic and important about a rainy day to break up a summer’s sun. As an introvert, writer and reader, rainy days… Continue reading The Power of Rain
Mondays
I feel sorry for Mondays. Most people shiver at the mere thought of it. Call it by any other name and we’d still fear it, though. This horrid day that comes to steal our freedom away. The working class and lower middle class chained to machines to make our bread. Ever chasing, never grasping. As… Continue reading Mondays
Day’s Gone Astray
I hate days like this. Days when everything seems to go wrong. Nothing major. No one has died and you still have a house, but all the little things fall over like dominoes and you can’t stack them back up. You feel powerless and defeated. It’s irritating. Like a gnat at your ear. I just… Continue reading Day’s Gone Astray
Summer challenge
This summer, I want to share something every day. It doesn’t have to be long or good, it just needs to exist. I want this to do a few things, really. Firstly, it opens the floodgates, as it were, to allow my creativity to flow. Secondly, it empties my mind. And thirdly, it makes it… Continue reading Summer challenge
Ask Twice
How many times does life need to be put into perspective before I see differently? Why does the lens shift only momentarily before I’m back to the same wonky view? Because life is short. And we say this all the time but it never sticks for long enough. Why does it never stick? And life… Continue reading Ask Twice
Different Ways to Tell Your Story
I have been thinking a lot about the writing process, but I haven’t ever made a list or truly thought about different ways to tell the story itself. This is the style, the voice, the angle, the narration of the story. I’m thinking about this in the hope of making the story more unique and… Continue reading Different Ways to Tell Your Story
S. R. Crawford 