Everything has worked out. It usually does. The world doesn’t end because we stop trying to control everything. Have I ticked everything off my long summer to do list? No! Lots of things shouldn’t have been on there anyway. But I started a lot of things, finished some others, and have progressed. That’s all the… Continue reading All or nothing thinking
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The cursor and I
Blinking cursor, waiting impatiently. Write something. Anything. Come on! Straight black line, standing sentinel, an old friend. We’ve danced this tango so many times before. You know me and I know you. You know it takes me a minute, but I always get there. Have I ever let you down? Let myself down? Sure. Nearly… Continue reading The cursor and I
Our misconceptions about summer
Ah summer, the endlessly long days of sunshine and energy. Everyone wants to do things and be outside and socialise and take the world by storm. We come out of our winter slumber, ready to hit the road running. Except, summer isn’t perfect. If you live in places like the UK, you probably didn’t even… Continue reading Our misconceptions about summer
There is no big revelation: you just need to rest
Sometimes, the right thing was staring you in the face the whole time. We want something else to work so badly that we miss what was already right there in front of us. People too busy chasing the super hot guy, miss the loveable best friend character right beside them. People chasing millions and fame,… Continue reading There is no big revelation: you just need to rest
A life in books
I love watching the bookmark slowly progress deeper into the book. Turning page after page feels like I’m doing something right. Something that was meant for me. It’s a similar feeling when I’m writing. I love watching the word count climb higher and higher. The satisfaction of hitting milestone numbers: 5,000, 10,000, 15,000, 20,000… It… Continue reading A life in books
Why I need to lean into my weird
I want to live an unconventional life. Maybe “want” isn’t the right word but I’m drawn to one. I’ve accidentally already been unconventional. That’s the word my mom has used. I took an unconventional path for my university degree by dropping out of traditional university twice, then starting an Open University degree aged 24 and… Continue reading Why I need to lean into my weird
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
Letting go of projects (for now)
Yesterday evening I was writing in my journal and realised I needed to let go of my expectations of my summer productivity. It was hard but necessary. I had lofty goals for summer. 6 whole weeks off from work feels like so much time. And it is; I’m so grateful for it. But the time… Continue reading Letting go of projects (for now)
Is critiquing creative work almost pointless?
Critiquing art is not my favourite. I do it naturally. I think we all do. But I don’t like it. When I’m self aware, I get an icky feeling. Someone worked hard (probably) on this thing and here we are just tearing it apart. It’s unkind. But more importantly, it’s nonsensical really! Art is so… Continue reading Is critiquing creative work almost pointless?
Serious work
Business parks are kind of depressing to me. This place where they put all the “serious” workers. Those dedicated to a business so much that they are placed in a village of businesses, cut off from the rest of society. They’re respectable people. Professional wear adorning their rigid bodies. Tights worn too tight, tie tied… Continue reading Serious work
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