Urgh, right now it feels like greater pressure- on top of weight pressures- to not be able to actually admit I'm feeling down about my weight going up!
I found a dog-eared copy of the 2005 best selling 'Yes Man' book by laugh out loud funny Danny Wallace the other day...
A lot of people keep mentioning 'success' to me lately, some kindly comment that they feel I'm successful- and while that's flattering, it's made me question how I personally deem and measure success.
I was chatting to my 'wiser than wise' husband, Peter, the other night about reactionary behaviour, the good and the bad and we deducted how 'sweating the small stuff' is 100% for LOSERS! I count myself as a loser in that respect I must add but I'm determined to stop! STOP I tell you!
I'm a girl's girl, always have been, always will be.
I've been on the receiving end of 'Mean Girl' style behaviour in the past and I bet you have too.
How sisterly are you. Really? Do you share those 'Be Kind & Be Brave' Pinterest posts then forget to practice what you preach? I wanted to share my sister code with you so you can 'check yourself before you wreck yourself'- and potentially your relationships.
I've pondered a while whether I should write this post, air my views and explore a subject that frankly, needs more airing and exploring. A grey area I've shied away from writing. For fear of being judged, of being considered 'too white' to have experienced racism, for fear of not being taken seriously.
Let me start off by stating this post applies to Dads too, it's just 'Father Hustler' doesn't sound as cool as Mother Hustler and you know Mama's got some street cred going on right here so let's stick with it (ha, as if).
Every mother will suffer from the dreaded cringe-worthy 'mum guilt' at some point in their lives, as will fathers, making parental guilt something we all seem to wrestle with. Guilt, we all get it, it's inevitable, part and parcel of being a parent but it doesn't need to eat you up, consume you whole and make you feel totally BAD rather BAD-ASS.
Can we take a minute to talk money.
So today I bumped into an old boyfriend in the post office, as you do (this never happens). It was really sweet seeing him again, especially as the last time we met up was about 17 whole years ago-and now we're 35 and 36 respectively. Wow.
Slasher careers are on the rise. You might well be a slasher yourself. I know I definitely am.
Life is busy for all of us, right?
Recently, I've found I've had to explain to a fair few people in the 'real world' what a blogging career actually means.
Hey there awesome readers. I've written a post in answer to some of your blogging questions. Each day I receive several emails/twitter and fb messages asking me how to make a blog a business. Here I share a brief post that will hopefully offer some insight.
I want this post to be as positive as possible, really I do but I write this with a frustratingly sore, burnt leg after I spilt a cup of boiling hot tea down myself- and over my poor laptop (which has only just recovered from being swamped by water earlier this month enduring a trip to Google Android hospital) so the pain in my leg might just reveal itself in my words.
My Time at the FunFest Blogger Summit 2015 (Including my Keynote Speech from Maternity Leave to Professional Blogger)
Wow what a whirlwind the FunFest Blogger Summit was last weekend! It was one of those feel-good inspiring events that made me feel energised and excited (even more, if that was possible) about this beautiful world of blogging!
I struggled to find a title I liked if I'm honest to begin with, I wanted to simply let this post flow before I pinned down the exact words I hoped would draw you in. That would encapsulate the meaning behind my words.
It's so easy in life to be constantly chasing dreams, and believe me, I'm a big believer in dreaming big, working hard, and simply going for 'it' whatever 'it' might be, but recently I've had a little shift in thinking...