You heard not a whimper from your’s truly on January 1st about taking ‘up’ anything new for 2024. This was an intentional casting aside of too many adult years spent setting myself – and my kids (so sorry) targets to achieve over the subsequent 12 months. This year, on a New Year’s Day run (start the year…
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DIY
Since my foray into the world of ultra marathon running (surely I mentioned this to you? Full disclosure can be found in my back catalogue) and a spectacular running fall brought about by tiredness and inappropriate foot wear for mud, I have spent the following weeks recovering and predicting that I may have the potential…
Big Girl Pants
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…
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…
The Dragonfly Jar 