I am an 'over-carer'. Over-thinker and over-carer. Apparently I am an empath which means feeling all the feels for everybody and their stories and all the stuff going on in the world. I'll introduce you to my friends, worry and anxiety, in another post but their contribution to my life means that I cry, sometimes… Continue reading To My Friends Who Don’t Care
Winging it is my new favourite phrase. I may make it my slogan. I am owning that shit. I used to think it had negative connotations because, well, you should know what you are doing and where things are going and how things are going to work out at all times. I always thought winging… Continue reading The Magic of Winging It
So there was this lady walking down her drive the other day and she totally bailed. I mean a comedy trip and stumble. She kind of recovered but dropped her bag and her shopping. What an idiot. 'You're SUCH an idiot!' I shouted at her, 'You always do shit like that. You rush around, not… Continue reading Telling Stories
My first blog post is about being vulnerable....because I felt damn vulnerable.
I'm a Canadian Mama living, loving and winging it in Scotland. I love lifting heavy things, music, reading, writing and getting outside. Apparently I also write a blog now. I'm as surprised as anybody. I'm an enthusiast of body diversity, inspirational women, swearing, gin and coffee. I'm a teacher in the middle of an existential… Continue reading Nice to Meet You