A little bit of normal
Life seems to have suddenly cranked up a gear. After four months of not really going further than the river, and not seeing anyone, we’ve jumped back into a semi-normal...
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Courage over comfort
You can choose courage, or you can choose comfort, but you cannot choose both. Brené Brown One thing the last few years have taught me, is that the things that...
Postpartum Guilt – letting it go
It seems every time I open my Instagram, there is a post from one account or another that I follow that tells us the importance of those first 40 days...
Making Sunday Count
Sunday. The day of rest. Except it isn’t anymore. How many of us treat Sunday as just another day? How many of us have to work? Lockdown has shown me...
A leap of faith
This is never how I saw my story unfolding. I was a ‘one marriage, I do forever’ kind of girl… until I realised that didn’t fit anymore. I never imagined...
Embracing Change
Friday night. I’ve managed to get the living room to myself. The boys are in bed, the girls in their rooms settling down for the night. 14 weeks of lockdown,...
Coming home to me
“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.” Charlotte Eriksson In the last few months I’ve felt more me than I ever...
Life after an abusive relationship
Eighteen months ago, I took the kiddos out for lunch. Bumped into a friend, and it ended up being a day that would change my life completely. Sat having lunch,...
A year of staying just as I am
I was twelve the first time I dyed my hair. Cherry Red, which was quite a change from my mousy blonde hair. By the time I moved school a few...
Putting your heart on the line
I’ve not talked much on here about my last relationship. And I will.. just not right now. I need to write it out and dissect it, as much for myself...
When the fog lifts
Hello there. It has been a long time since I’ve written on here. So much has come to pass, I wasn’t sure if I would ever return. But here I...
this too shall pass
I felt like I *should* drop into this space and write something. Something meaningful. Or helpful. Or interesting…. I’ve sat here and stared at a blank page for ten minutes....
Early morning thoughts
8 am and the house is stirring. I’m sipping a cup of Earl Grey, the baby is playing on his playmat, the bigger kids still sleeping. The days are whizzing...
Changing our inner narrative
I’ve got nothing done today. This is what I say to myself pretty much every single day. When I’ve spent the whole day rushing around, juggling a million balls, not...
Looking back
September the 11th will always mark the day that my world fell apart on me. I woke up this morning, and timehop showed me a blog post I wrote two...