The clock’s struck 12 and 2017 is officially done, As we recollect our year’s worth of memories, would we say we’ve lost or won? Well I can safely say that we’ve all had our share of ups and downs, Laughter and smiles mixed with tears and frowns. Because such is the nature of life, all … More Bienvenido A 2018
So if you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I’m not usually one for making new year’s resolutions. However, this year I’ll be making an exception. My new year’s resolution for 2018 will be to control my destructive tendency to overthink. As of lately I seem to be doing it more often, or maybe … More The One With The New Year’s Resolution
It’s the 1st of December folks and you know what that means, Christmas is officially a-coming! Now in spite of the fact that the festive season is one of my favourite times of the year, I am also without a shadow of doubt, one of those people who likes to keep Christmas firmly within the … More I Don’t Want A Lot For Christmas…
That faint dimple in your left cheek that only makes an appearance when you’re either bursting with happiness or being cheeky. That floppy, shiny head of hair that always seems to look professionally styled, regardless of how much you jump around. That tiny little button nose that’s turned up ever so slightly at the tip. … More Mi Sobrino
Everyone says that when you reach a crossroads and don’t know which way to turn, you should talk to your friends, you should close your eyes and follow your heart like the protagonist in a Disney film, or you should draw up a list of pros and cons for each potential option. But what if … More What To Do?
The older I get the more I’m beginning to realise something: it’s damn near impossible to come across people (or even just one person) who you feel a genuine, effortless connection with right off the bat. People who you feel you can be your authentic self around. People who are on the same wavelength as … More Genuine Connections
I’m assuming the foetal position on the front room sofa. A small square pillow is lodged between my knees, another is pressed against my belly like a shield. Enveloped in my floor length violet dressing gown, hood and all, My silver laptop is positioned on the oak coffee table in front of me. The opening … More Sick Day
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