There's a lot that I'm interested in. I wish there was more time in the day, more time in life, for me to do, experience and read about it all! But alas, there is not. And therefore, I must prioritise and organise to be able to do many things, while also concentrating on the right… Continue reading Two Habit Hacks to Try for Yourself
Aside from looking for work, here is what you can do while you're unemployed to keep your spirits up and not waste your days. Work out This is a great time to develop your physical health. You have the time and space to exercise and progress with a goal to lose weight or tone up… Continue reading How to Cope With Unemployment
We all know the phrase "get your shit together" but what does it actually mean? It's often said when someone is losing in life or stressing/panicking/being overwhelmed by something. But what does it actually look and feel like to regularly "have your shit together"? Balance I think to have your shit together, you must… Continue reading What Does It Mean to Have Your Sh*t Together?
I'm sure you've heard of the saying that you should have three hobbies, one that makes you money, one that keeps you in shape, and one to be creative. I agree with this and I like the idea of it. However, I think there is one hobby that holds more power and should be something… Continue reading The Ultimate Hobby
Oh January, how you’ve tested me. Poked and prodded and tried to best me. Rejection. Loss. Fear. Sadness. Fatigue. Sickness. Frustration. All of it, inside me. All of it, weakening me. Or is it? Maybe, just maybe, it’s giving me strength. Maybe it’s making me better. Pushing me further. After all, never before have I… Continue reading Oh January – Poem
Don't isolate yourselfIt is very easy as a writer to become isolated. Your work involves you, a laptop or a notebook and pen. Yes, of course, there's the characters in your head - but I'm sorry, they don't count. Make a conscious effort to be around real people, at least now and then. Don't let… Continue reading How to Be a Healthy Writer
Trying to hold onto the paper, but it tears and tears, they fall. Cages lock me in. Every way you look, there's bars. I'm trapped. Foolish to think, I could ever be free. Freedom is an idea, That can't be made real. But we build Build Build. Chip away at the edges, Try to create… Continue reading Crafting your life – Poem