In late 2018, I switched off WhatsApp notifications on my phone. I wanted to start living less in my workaholic mode and more in the present. I’ve never been a fan of notifications, I don’t want my time dictated to me by a beep or a red icon on my cellphone. I don’t want to be controlled by the comforting familiarity of distraction.
After binging on Peaky Blinders for the first time, I went into 2019 with Thomas Shelby confidence in what my year will be.
I am now modelling my life around what I now call Thomas Shelby energy.
That’s the “Big Dick” energy of 2018, only bigger and badder (but, with less illegal gambling).
This has got to be my year of balance. Not because it’s super on trend to be enlightened right now, but because I cannot have a repeat of 2017. I’d legit effing die. Continue reading “Am I enlightened yet?”
I had a nervous breakdown last week. Not the dramatic kind that you tell your husband you’re having when the kids misbehave, but the legitimate kind that your doctor diagnoses you with. Continue reading “Lessons in letting go”
Man, to say that this year has been a weight based yo-yo is an understatement. In case you’ve missed it, I’ve gained weight and lost self-confidence – obviously, I had to change this.