Roaming The Lands Of Nether And Post Work Cleansing

Dear blog, oh how I have been avoiding you. I am in a constant state of having an incredible amount to say but absolutely no words. Doing and experiencing so much but having nada to talk about, zero way of expressing it. Isn’t the purpose of a blog supposed to be an outlet for your…

Fronts And Masks: Actually Getting To Know Those Closest To You

When I was younger, I had this weird desire to go to a masked ball. I’d seen them on TV, teenage romcoms (Cinderella story…) and had completely romanticised the idea of disguising myself and becoming someone else for the evening. It’s so strange how much covering just a few inches of skin around the eyes…

All Walks Of Life

We take our first steps between the ages of 9 -12 months, the soft pads of our tiny feet supporting what little weight we have until we fall down onto fleshy palms, curious, eyes wide. Bigger, tougher hands hold ours between fingers that over the years have held so many things. Signed a thousand signatures…

ED: A Piece Of Cake

There’s two voices in your head. One of them is telling you need to eat in order to live, survive, work etc. The other, calmer, louder voice is telling you that you’ve eaten enough already today, you’re getting fatter and fatter by the second. You can physically feel yourself swelling as the clock on the…

Adulting, The Perfect Spectator Sport

Adulthood is similar to standing on a tennis court and having balls fired at you. You catch as many as you can but some hit you, you miss some and drop some. You’re running around like a madman (or woman in my case) trying to juggle as many balls as you can, while trying to…

What It Means To Love And Be Loved

Love has taken on such a different meaning for me as I’ve gotten older. When I was younger I was such an unashamed, hopeless romantic; embarrassingly so. I would moon out of raindrop covered car windows at the night sky and sigh onto the glass, draw a wobbly heart in the patch of cloudy condensation…

COOLorado Recap And Re-Shaping Yourself

Colorado, in short, was cool. So cool in fact I feel as though they should rename in Coolorado. I was staying in Boulder, a little town in the foothills of the Flat Irons, and knowing absolutely nothing of the place prior to arriving, was extremely pleasantly surprised to find a unique and somewhat hippy community…