Once I start sleeping through the night again, I intend to muster a punch of the air and begin wearing big girls pants once more. It has been too long. After a year of abortive property purchases, I am now officially doing adult ‘stuff’ again; I have a mortgage, no savings and I am feeling…
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Stepping back
The clocks go forward this weekend and although I probably should ‘lean in’, as I limp into the Easter holidays I am in reflective mode; I have decided to take a step back to count my blessings and to get a different perspective. I had accredited the need to take my foot off the throttle…
No running away
Thankfully March sees me feeling more upbeat – good news for our loyal reader, for they will stop visiting this blog if I continue in my recent vein of pity chic lit. In truth, nothing has really changed in terms of the door I am pushing against (mainly house purchase but I will resist a…
Advice I can’t give
Recently I read the advice that a 28 year old journalist believed she would give her 18 year old self – if she could only get the young lass to sit down and listen. One of her recommendations was to, ‘take advice almost exclusively from women in their fifties’. For a moment I felt flattered,…
Delightful
If I come across as someone who is wishing her life away, please know that behind this Miss Trunchbull exterior, I still chase unicorns and rainbows – and the odd dragonfly. Admittedly, sometimes I get distracted by work, a pesky house purchase and an over-thinking approach to my personal life. On these days the effort…
Trail Blazing
As an antidote to property acquisition (do not even go there – I have crashed, I am burnt and I will need the scabs to heal over before I can face blogging about it again), I am coaxed out of my pity party to run my first trail half marathon. Coming off tarmac for the…
A slow burner
Phew. I have just completed a quiz in a national newspaper, the results of which promise to tell me if I have mid-life burn out. It turns out that I do not. In fact I scored only 18 out of 75 which may mean that I am a liar, but also earns me the encouraging…
Small Talk
This week Paddy breaks the news to me that he has not read this blog in months because he never seems to get a name check. He feels I have been distracted from my boot camp blogs of old. In point of fact I feel obliged to remind him that we do not attend a…
The Dragonfly Jar 