"Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy being present' - said a yoga teacher, once. “Feel your feet on the mat. Feel the air around you. Enjoy this feeling of truly being present’ It’s 7am, I was on a roof in Kings Cross and taking part in a summer solstice … Continue reading Oh hey, I’m here, but… I’m also kind of not.
You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.
It's truly been the summer of love for me and mine. I've not been oh so present on here because I fell down a very-prosecco-and-canapé heavy rabbit hole sometime in mid June and have only just emerged, two weddings to go, smelling of confetti and hotel rooms. It's that year of life, right? Everyone keeps … Continue reading Love is…
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.
I have found myself falling down the very dark, Love-Island-Instagram-Why-Is-Everyone-So-Beautiful-And-I-Look-Like-Rab-C-Nesbitt hole
That late twenties gap
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone