This post is a letter to my thirteen-year-old self. We all have a lot we could tell our younger teenage selves. Mine certainly needs the advice.
A new year is almost upon us and people are frantically making resolutions. Not me. Never have, never will.
Here’s why resolutions, in my humble opinion, suck.
Christmas isn’t always the most wonderful time of the year. New Year isn’t always a fresh start. Let’s consider those who struggle, with hope and our compassion.
Now I’m becoming an old git, I’m focusing more on what I’ve learnt but also what’s to come. What follows are the things I’ve learnt in the past year. Happy birthday to me.
I am rubbish sometimes at recognising my progress. I am more likely to list all my failures. Who better to teach you all about how to acknowledge your own progress? Yes, I know. Let’s call it therapy.
With age comes wisdom. Believe that and you’ll believe anything. What age has done for me though is shown that striving for perfection is a fruitless and tiring exercise.
A letter to my mum on the first anniversary of her death. The void is wide, the memories help but I miss her more than these words can express. Life without your mum is a strange thing.
I am the world’s worst person at taking time out when I have to. Who better to write about how important it is to have some rest then? Yes, I know…