Two out of three?

This morning, I washed up 2 breakfast bowls instead of 3, as I usually do. I've spent the whole of my adult life slightly lost. I took on an identity and lost a little of who I was, who I was supposed to.. someone I always imagined I should be. For 15 years, I have … Continue reading Two out of three?


Wobbly pt2

I kinda lost my mojo. OK, not kinda, totally lost it. Last week. Tuesday to be precise. As each hour of the day went by, I could feel it seeping out of my finger tips and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And I slumped. One mojo free day became a wobbly … Continue reading Wobbly pt2