This morning I woke up to the devastating news that an Ariana Grande concert had been bombed and 22 people are dead! TWENTY TWO people. Some of those, children. The lives of those twenty-two people’s family members will be changed for the worse for ever. They will now, live their lives consumed with guilt and grief. They will question their own decision-making “was it my fault for letting her go?” and they will look for someone to blame whether or not that person or group is responsible. Because when someone
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I don’t repost articles that I’ve read elsewhere but this morning I got a notification of a new post on Penelope Trunks blog. I really love reading her writing. She’s so frank and honest and it’s refreshing to read something that seems uncensored. This morning though, her post made me stop for a minute. I had to literally take a moment to fight back the tears. This woman is incredible. She is smart and she is successful and she has achieved great things so it confuses me so that she
It feels like a lifetime since you left us here, figuring the world out without you. Over a decade has passed and yet every day will be the shortest time that you’ll ever be gone because as the days pass, so does the time since I last got to speak to you. I’m writing a letter to the world who reads my blog because somehow, it feels like if I put my emotions out there, they’ll stop sitting like a lump in my throat that I can’t swallow. It’s making
We live in an age when loving ourselves is getting harder and harder. Every single day, we are faced with our role models telling us to be thinner, skinnier, curvier, lean and the list of unrealistic beauty standards goes on and on… You know who dictates the “beauty” industry? People who get paid by making you feel inferior in yourself. Make up brands that want to help you cover up your dark circles Beauty products made to reduce wrinkles and fine lines Diet pills to help you lose the excess weight
Being a mother is probably the single most important role I have ever played in my life. There just isn’t any amount of preparation you can do to make this “job” go smoothly. You come into your new role with absolutely no idea about how hard it can be or how tired you will feel or how much love you will hold in your heart. Until becoming a mother, I had no idea that I was capable of loving someone this much. Suddenly your heart is swollen and ready to
A few weeks ago I met Sonja for a coffee and she told me her story! Growing up, I had so much pressure in my own life, to follow the “right” career path, I was expected to become what my family thought I should be. No one ever gave a minute to my suggestions that I’d like to be an actress and pursue a creative life. Oh no, that’s something you do in your spare time. You don’t get to follow your heart and do what makes you happy. You
I don’t want to be one of those people who just runs away. I’m terrified of being that person. So terrified that perhaps I choose to live in denial instead but when is enough really enough? This last week has really shaken me up. I don’t know why it was so different to any of the weeks before or the months, years before that. It hasn’t been really but maybe my perspective is changing? You see, my 19month old son has been on school holidays for the last two weeks
Things are not always what they seem! That’s a fact. My friend Cass wrote a post on her blog Leather Jacket Foxes (how cool is this name?) about the difference between online and offline lives and I think you should read it. It really made sense to me and is something I’ve had to remind myself a lot since becoming more involved in the online world. You can’t compare your journey to that of other bloggers. They show you what they want you to see. The same is true for others outside
Towards the end of February I wrote a post about Oden starting school and how terrified I was about it. I thought I’d give you a little update on how that went. Everyone at the school warned me that it would take him three weeks to fully settle into being at school but I underestimated just how accurate they were about it. The first week was HELL We started off by taking him in for a couple of hours a day for the first few days. Increasing pick up time
My childhood was a constant battle between what is and what isn’t considered appropriate for a girl. I grew up to be that woman, living a constant battle between what is and what isn’t appropriate behaviour for a woman. I was raised to think independently and to be an independent woman. I was taught to pursue a career path that would enable me to always support myself. If you depend on a man, you are forever stuck at his mercy. Asking for pennies and cents to survive. Always be a financially independent
I’ve always been really good at handling stress. Honestly, I make to-do lists and I smash them like a boss. Lately, though, it’s something else. These last few days, I’m just overwhelmed. I swear, no amount of to-do lists, checklists or planning ahead can prepare you for when your child gets sick! I don’t mean a little sniffle, I mean waking up to your child completely covered in vomit type sick! Being mom to a toddler comes with a full set of challenges Yup. It’s a whole new ballgame. Almost two
If you’ve ever loved someone and they’ve died, you know what I’m on about. You know that the pain and suffering you feel long outlasts the patience of the people around you. It’s been a year, isn’t it enough already? They ask you! But the truth is, when it comes to death, the passage of time comes to a stand still and though the years may pass you are forever trapped in the time you had together. The time before death arrived. You think about them and you miss them. And
Empowering women has always been important to me. Perhaps more so in recent years though. For as long as I’ve lived, I’ve been surrounded by people who believe in the power we have as individuals to make a difference. I’ve watched lives being changed because of the opportunities given to them. I’ve seen dreams become realities because someone gave that one person a chance. I was raised to believe that if you’re in a position of privilege in any way, it’s your responsibility to give a hand up to someone else.
So this is a bit of a personal one for me. It’s about taking antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. A long time ago (11 years to be exact) I was put on antidepressants. I HATED IT! I felt like I had lost myself. I had in fact just lost my father. He died, unexpectedly in a car accident and his death was a HUGE blow to my life. I was 23 years old. I was just starting my life as an adult on my own and I was devastated. My world