Going into the the new year always seems to bring up some kind of self reflection, wanted or otherwise and 2024 is no exception. I’ve had thoughts of traumas on my mind a lot lately and how they seep into everything. Every small nook and cranny of your sense of self and in some way… Continue reading Learning and hoping.
I’ve never thought I was pretty. I’ve been trying really hard over the last year to stop hating the parts of my body that I’m supposed to hate because they don’t look like other peoples. I’ve stopped hating my legs or three quarters of them and even getting there with my tummy; parts of which… Continue reading I wish I could tell her.
Flicking in some winged eyeliner this morning had me waxing nostalgic and I had this strange thought. It’s only really in the last year so that I’ve stopped having near constant spots. Like my skin - while doing almost nothing differently has seemingly settled into this zone of pretty clear. This does mean that I… Continue reading Maturing… maybe?
Any long time readers of the blog - or friends I’ve drafted to listen to my waffling - will know that taking care of my parents the way I have means still living with them at 28. And before it’s never been something that I’ve needed to consider. But. I met someone, for the first… Continue reading Dating in your late 20’s.
4 months into this year has felt like ample time to see if this new years resolution would stick. I had given myself and easy and completely over due task, that didn't require physical exertion of spending of money I could never guarantee that I'd have but instead something simple. Somewhere in the month of… Continue reading Dad, father, papa.
Do you ever use get mentally stuck in a moment in time?
I love pride. It’s the best time of year to me. It’s loud and bright and colourful. It’s proud to be who we are and fucking flaunt it because the generations before us had to fight for this recognition, for us to live our truths and have faith in our people.
Since January was like an entire year on its own and a heap of pretty crappy things happened, I've been finding any kind of distraction from my own thoughts as possible.
I’ve had in mind for a couple of months now to round out this year with a kind of gathering of events that have happened because goodness has it been a pretty crazy year. It’s almost hard to think of things that happened way back in January and actually I’ve had to do a bit… Continue reading 2023 Round Up
I read somewhere recently that loving every part of someone is choice. That there are almost always a few things that you might want to change early in relationships. And maybe it’s a thought to be missing traits from a previous relationship. “So and so used to do this thing I wish this new person… Continue reading I had no choice.
Sat in jeans and a bra the other morning on his bed I had a minor epiphany. In that I had never been that comfortable with someone who isn’t family.
Spent the first night together at my boyfriends this weekend as someone who can’t even share a bed with the dog because he moves too much and makes noise and it’s annoying. I thought I was going to get fuck all sleep. Thought I’d lie awake trying not to breath too loud or move too… Continue reading I won’t even sleep with the dog.
My friend Ash reminded me this morning how crazy this year has been and anyone vaguely paying knows that I'm one to wax nostalgic and look back on where this year started.
My best friend is a wonderful cross between homebody and social butterfly. When in her cozy cocoon she’ll probably not leave the house. She’ll prefer a movie night with snacks - mostly dry roasted peanuts. But when unleashed, usually at music gigs when I’d rather sit down and see nothing - listen and see the… Continue reading A social butterfly in her cocoon. Set free.
I wish at this time could say towards good things. Stability and experiences. Excitement? 100% but battles too. To be fought …and won if there’s any amount of luck in my life. I have been a “carer” for 7+ years. Which seems like both a very long time and not so long at all. A… Continue reading Taking Steps Towards… Something.
The term 'left behind' is giving me pause.
Getting older typically means change which often involves fear or excitement but either way inevitably includes mourning of a sort. In a way we’ve all experienced a kind of mourning. If the traditional kind, the passing of a friend or member of the family -even that if someone you admired in the public eye and… Continue reading Ch ch ch changes.
I have no official birthday for the blog.
Welcome to my world of wonder. 