#diaryofalmosteverything

There is something deeply predictable about me whenever I decide to try something new.I don’t start with motivation or discipline or a realistic plan. I start with clothes.A new sport, in my mind, clearly requires a new outfit. Preferably several.It doesn’t matter what the activity is. Running. Yoga. Pilates. Standing still but intentionally.If it’s new, it deserves fresh fabric. I have grown,…

There is something exhausting about talking to someone who is already waiting for their turn.You say something, they nod.And you can almost see it happening behind their eyes; their own story loading.We all do it sometimes. Of course we do.Our brains love patterns.“Oh, I’ve been there.”“Oh, that reminds me of…”That’s how empathy often begins. But there’s a difference between recognising yourself…

The first week back at work began, as all great stories do, with snow.Of course it did.Never during my holiday.Never when I was still allowed to lie in bed and pretend the world didn’t exist.No, the snow waited patiently for the exact moment my alarm went off on Monday morning.Even my cats looked offended.They stared at me from the bed like, Where exactly do you think you’re going? It’s white…

Working in education means working hard and being lucky enough to have generous holidays.And honestly, they really are wonderful. I’ve been out of my routine for two and a half weeks now. Long dinners. Catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. One meal flowing effortlessly into the next.Time spent well. Time spent slowly. Was I completely relaxed?I’m not sure. I think my body was on…

When I started writing, or rather, when I started sharing my writing, it felt both terrifying and oddly liberating.Putting words into the world does that. Suddenly, people might have opinions. Thoughts. Possibly even… feedback.The funny thing is, I’m not someone who worries easily about what people think.In my work, for example: you do your best, you show up, you try to be there for people and at…

Sometimes I notice someone before I realise I’m doing it.A room full of people, voices overlapping, movement everywhere  and somehow my attention settles on just one person.I don’t know anything about them.And somehow, that’s exactly the point. They might be sitting alone in a café, staring out the window while their coffee slowly cools. Or standing on a platform, holding their phone without…

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with celebrations.Holidays. Birthdays. Anything involving candles, expectations, and the unspoken question of so… how are we doing this year?Growing up, our house wasn’t constantly full, but it felt full.People dropped by. Conversations lingered. There was movement, noise, and the kind of warmth that didn’t need planning. It just existed.After my father…

We are all phenomenal actors.And the best part? Nobody had to audition.Most days, when someone asks “How are you?”, the script kicks in automatically:“I’m fine!”A cheerful lie tossed into the world like confetti, even when something inside is quietly on fire. At the supermarket: I’m fine (while choosing ice cream with the energy of someone making a life decision).At work: I’m fine (while running…