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My Year of Firsts!

Woke up to the realisation that today marks one year of being single for me! Life has been absolutely unpredictable, and I have kept my seatbelt on for the ride! Here are some of my firsts: Learned to live alone 🤟🏽 Wept so much my soul ached and my bones hurt 🎭 Improved my runningContinue reading “My Year of Firsts!”

Get into Bunnings ladies!

Disclaimer – This blog post represents my inabilities to understand anything tools of trade and is not meant to be a view of women in general. I know some really cool tradeswomen who are still trying to educate me on the difference between a socket wrench and a torque wrench! All power to these womenContinue reading “Get into Bunnings ladies!”

Guilt to gratitude

I have always thought that I don’t deserve to be happy. It happens when you grow up with a narcissistic parent who continuously reminds you of how insignificant you are, and then spend a third  of your life with a man who continuously reminds you of how selfish you are because you took longer whenContinue reading “Guilt to gratitude”

What’s in a name?

Conforming to social norms always makes me claustrophobic and makes me feel like I am a potato sitting in a sack with all the other potatoes! Don’t get me wrong, I love potatoes and I feel very secure in the knowledge that all potatoes offer the same carby satisfaction when I need a potato fix!Continue reading “What’s in a name?”

My love affair with sunshine

COVID19 is a terrible virus that has brought the world down on its knees, but in some ways, it has changed our lives for the better. I have so much more free time now than I ever did in my whole adult life because there are so many non-essentials that I just cannot do anymore.Continue reading “My love affair with sunshine”

The dishwasher – a symbol of my failed marriage

Every time I stack the dishwasher, I am reminded of the first meeting I had with my (then) husband, when I told him I wanted out. I sat across the table from him in a coffee shop, as I couldn’t bring myself to have that discussion at home. We discussed the impending end of ourContinue reading “The dishwasher – a symbol of my failed marriage”