Hands up if you regularly spend your lunch break at your desk, scrolling through Instagram while chowing down on leftover pasta. Keep those hands up if you don’t even take your full hour. Yep, I’m guilty too but recently I’ve been making the effort to fix that, and I’m feeling the difference.
After listening to Fearne Cotton’s new podcast, I’ve been thinking a lot about my happy place. Where I like to go in reality, or sometimes in my mind, to get away from it all. To reconnect with myself. As I started to note it all down, the words flowed easily and it took the form of this poem. It’s something different for me, so I hope you like it.
Six months in to being an old married couple, I thought I’d take a minute to write down a few of the reasons I knew Al was the one for me. Spoiler, I married the man who cooks for me most nights, knows that Flamin’ Hot Monster Munch are the best crisps ever and, who appreciates how tough it is to be a hairy human.
My IBS likes to play a sadistic game with my mind. It lulls me into a false sense of security by being all fine and dandy for a prolonged period of about 2 weeks and then BAM, here comes the shit storm. Just when you weren’t expecting it.
Sometimes I find myself slipping into a fog of comparison and self-doubt. I get caught up with the notion of wanting everything and wanting it now. Frustrated that life doesn’t work that way. Telling myself that I’ve fallen behind, how I’m not achieving enough.
I’ve been struggling post honeymoon to get back into my groove. After the chaos of the past year and the wedding and honeymoon now being over, I’ve been struggling with feeling a little lost. This list compiles the small things that have put a grin on my chops over the past week or so.
I’ve been in a weird funk for nearly two weeks now and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. Instead I’ve been indulging myself by doing my favourite things to try to shake it off, Taylor Swift style.
I have my heart set on turning our home into some kind of tropical, jungle oasis. The best evidence of this is our living room…
As soon as I plan a holiday I find it necessary to stock up on sunglasses. The fact that I already have an obscene amount in my possession doesn’t seem to stop me. I’m an animal.