Three things to which I have stopped subscribing

Another Saturday morning in isolation. I’m two coffees and a flask of hot water in. It’s kind of lovely. I spent quite some time preparing for these very moments. Yesterday, after I got home from another day in Coronaville (the hospital I’m currently working in, excuse my flair for the dramatic) I threw my blueContinue reading “Three things to which I have stopped subscribing”

City of Love 

I’m sitting in a small bistro, not far from the Airbnb where Diane’s lovely parents and I chatted away in the kind of broken French my seventeen year old self would be horrified at. The waiter, a tall, brown haired charmer walks to my table and looks straight into my eyes with a sort ofContinue reading “City of Love “

Life’s too short to feel shit about yourself

Life is too short to feel shit about yourself. I look at that statement and I know it’s damn well true, but actually understanding it, living it and attempting to move the hell past it has proved to be something that has officially demanded a year of my time. It was March 2017 when IContinue reading “Life’s too short to feel shit about yourself”

Sky high

Hello people on the internet who read things I write. Let me say it how it is. Today, I am writing a blog post on the expectations I set for myself. The reason? Because I’m actually experiencing a real moment of clarity and acceptance right now and truth be told, I’ve not felt like thisContinue reading “Sky high”