We are in the second month of 2019 and it is all systems go for a lot of us. At this point, we’ve either smashed this goal setting business for the New Year or have failed at our resolutions. If you’re the latter, this post is for you. It’s likely that you set yourself some… Continue reading Showing Up for Self-Love
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… Continue reading How switching off WhatsApp notifications changed my life.
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). We all… Continue reading 10 Changes for a Thomas Shelby 2019
Guys, I am a terrible friend. It's true! I am so wrapped up in my own world that I forget to connect with the people who matter to me the most. I am insanely fortunate to have a circle of friends unlike any you could imagine. They are fierce, fabulous and they're mine. Each one… Continue reading I am a Terrible Friend
My latest lightbulb moment included a need to create intentions. You know, those colourful journals that bring the 90's child in you out to play? I have goals and I'm not afraid to use glitter glue to document them. It's all over Instagram, these unreal works of art that Pinterest dreams are made of, and… Continue reading The Art of Intention Writing
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. We're only 5-days into the new year and I am already conflicted. See, I really want to move into a bigger home… 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. If I think about it, the reason why I'm now sitting in pyjamas with a 5-day old messy bun started in 2011. I'm awful… Continue reading Lessons in letting go