This post started as an ‘Everything I Loved in March’ but it’s taken me so long to finish it that the title felt in need of an update! The last few weeks have felt chaotic and so the overwhelming themes have been trying to find space and quiet to recharge when possible. The final taught…
Not only am I very late writing this post, I also still haven’t read a single book in March. February was such a productive reading month that I seem to have hit a slump since. Hopefully rounding up these great titles will inspire me to get back to it, so here are all the books…
March has arrived, and it’s almost like it never left, have we been stuck in a perpetual March for a whole year? I’ve found myself clinging to the goal posts of each month so much more this year, a point of reference throughout endless groundhog days. I’ve never stuck rigidly to monthly goals but since…
With an end to lockdown in sight, there’s a lot of conversation about getting ‘back to normal’, and saying goodbye to the pandemic for good. Of course it goes without saying that I’m ready for the end of ‘unprecedented times’ but I think we should be cautious about returning to how we were before. There’s…
I think in Lockdown #97 or whatever we’re on now we’ve all stopped pretending we’re being super productive, so that’s nice. All pretences of sourdough bread baking, new language learning, pilates every day-ing have gone out the window, and most of us are calling clean sweatpants a win. This descent into acceptance feels like a…
I didn’t read a single book in the first two weeks of January and then I powered through five, so I’m calling that a win. Reading comes in fits and starts for me, I’m usually either racing through five books a week or reading nothing for months. I’m finding at the moment that my Uni…
January passes like honey, slow and sticky at first, then all at once, tumbling into February. January is touted as the worst month of the year, but I’ve always enjoyed it. The peaceful, frosty quiet of the month is always welcome after the chaos of December. January this year has been harder though. The combination…
By lunchtime dreams are hazy, But they live and breathe in the night. I run, my feet heavy slaps on tarmac, Sweat pours down my back – that part’s real. I shake, gasping for breath. The air is cold, yet heat blooms in my cheeks. I look behind me, eyes searching eyes. I run and…
The makeup that helps me be, er, slightly productive.