I think it’s safe to say it’s officially summer. Yes, even in rainy England the sun has been beaming in all its glory, staining the pavement with a vibrant glow that lingers even after dark. The temperature is not the only thing that has been…
Come on in! I hope you love what I did to the place. Let’s catch up, shall we…? As you can see the little makeover I had in mind when I left you almost a month ago, turned out to be not so little after…
6 months into the year and a whole 45 blog posts later, here we are. For some reason, I didn’t expect to be so conflicted by this next step. It’s something I’ve pondered on and known was coming for some time now; a decision completely…
Hello there June, and you – yes YOU – it’s great to have you! If you’ve been around my corner of the internet before, you know how things are around here; we get a little too honest a little too soon. If it’s your first…
Whenever I place my laptop on my lap to start punching words on a keyboard, the words that take form on my screen are usually accompanied by a melody playing in the background. It would be hard to find me not listening to music in…
There are moments in life when you just know for sure you are growing. I’m not referring to the fearful realisation of growth that comes with turning 25 or a desire to be gifted a few more inches for better body composition – I’m sure…
I think it must be about three years ago that I almost went to see my first live show. When I queried about access to the venue, I was told I could come – sure – but I would have to leave my wheelchair in…
There can be a lot of pressure behind firsts.The first step is always monumental. The first kiss should be sweetly ripped straight out of a fairy-tale. That first job out of university must be the right one to help climb on a very long career…
Twenty-five. I’m here now at the age that terrified me. As predicted when I was on the verge of a new age, waking up today did not feel any different. I took a day off because I don’t feel ‘grown enough’ to work on my…
I’m edging the end of twenty-four. It’s a familiar spot. Shaky at times, but familiar. If the hands on the clock were to move a little faster and pushed me a little violently over the edge, I would freefall right into twenty-five without a single…