The mind of a four year old is a wonderfully unpredictable thing. Whereas with adults I can pretty easily predict the direction a conversation will take, with Orla I frequently land in discussions that aren’t even on the map. So it is that her new favourite thing is the ‘I hate game’. What started as a teasing
You’ve undoubtably come across the terms introvert and extrovert before. They’re used to to describe a couple of interchangeable phenomenons, which means the meaning can often get muddled, but the definition I’ve always taken most interest in – and the one that seems to be backed by research & evidence experience – goes something like this:
Do you ever find the universe keeps throwing the same message into your path? Maybe it’s Big Magic at play, or something simpler relating to the way we notice things once they’re on our mind, but right now it feels like everyone I talk to is stalling at the idea of ‘readiness’. The students on my course
I’ve never been brilliant with money. Mostly I can put that down to unhappiness: when you’re miserable & hate who you are, it’s all too easy to be seduced into buying things you don’t need. Maybe these shoes / this bag / this book / this lipstick will make me the new person I want to
I’m putting ‘beauty’ in inverted commas because I’m pretty sure nobody uses these things to be beautiful. I don’t get up every morning and spend twenty minutes painting my face with oh-so-subtle cosmetics because I think I’m some sort of stunner. Women wear makeup to try and look normal, because even if we know that
(SLIDE THE WHITE ARROW) When we bought our home, it had sat on the market for a number of years. It was in a gorgeous area, and had a surprisingly big square footage. But something was putting people off. If, like me, you devoted a chunk of your student years to watching property shows on daytime television,
I was relaying some of the amazing stuff that’s been happening for me to my friend Hannah recently, and she said to me “you’re flying!” And it made me pause, because I feel like I’m doing anything but. I’m chasing my tail and burning the candle so universally that it’s now just a puddle of wax.
credit I didn’t know Carrie Fisher. It seems redundant to say that, really, but I’ve noticed a trend in recent months for some mouthy trolling type to pipe up whenever someone expresses sorrow at the passing of a fellow human. “Did you know her personally?” Like the only people who matter are those we’re best
I’m pretty sure I’ve peaked. Given how shitty 2016 has been for the majority of folks, it seems wise to get this post down now while the positives still hold some glitter. I’m guaranteed an awful 2017 by the law of averages, I reckon. As I mentioned a few weeks back, 2016 has been kind