Cripes, I just turned 35, the official age at which I will now be referred to by the medical system as a “geriatric mother” (or “advanced maternal age”) if I decide to have kids. Annnnnd I’m still not much clearer on whether or not I want kids since writing about my...
Before BGL DIY I lacked motivation & joy. Since completing BGL I actually get to experience them. I have tried other mindfulness programs but they were too “clinical” & removed from day to day realities of life. The techniques have improved my experience of...
This morning Neville woke me up at god awful o’clock to ask “Do you think we’ll be able to buy a new purple filter thingee for the Dyson?” He often wakes me up with such groundbreaking intellectual stimulation. I smiled and said “Neville, Shh! It’s 4am for...
Over breakfast in Bali this morning, (dragonfruit, mango and raw vegan chocolate coated cashew nuts with spirulina—banana smoothie, of course), Bloody Good Bloke and I had a chat. The kind of chat I’ve always longed to have with a partner, where we talk about brain...
Yesterday I had a very ragey, emotionally charged conversation with a friend who is on the fence about whether making abortion illegal is a horrendous backslide into the dark ages… or not. Note — the subjects in this blog post may be very triggering to some people....
Yesterday Bloody Good Bloke and I were working from a table overlooking the sea (in Thailand!), when a booming American voice behind me said, “Excuse me…?” BGB and I turned to him. He waved his phone at me and asked “Hey, can you take a photo of me?” “Sure,” I smiled,...
Writing blog posts to you is one of the things I love to do most, especially when I hear back from so many of you saying that my blog posts have made a difference to your life in some small way (even just by making you laugh, or making you feel less alone in your...
Yesterday I ran a corporate workshop for the team at Smiling Mind and found myself telling them about a cripplingly insecure, confusing time in my life, 10 years ago. My head was a racket of thoughts. Plenty of self-hatred in the mix, but also, a great deal of: “What...
Bloody Good Bloke and I bought a minuscule house!!!!!!!!! Wtf. I damn near had a heart attack at the auction while BGB remained cool, calm and collected as usual… (thank god). We decided he should be in charge of the bidding in case I accidentally cried or shouted out...
It seems that 62% of us have recently developed TWF (The World’s Fucked) anxiety. “WTF, TWF!” you might find yourself shouting at passing strangers as you accidentally insta/doom-scroll your way through your life. If you ask the media, (or perhaps your brain), it...
