Day 93 – Girls

Something I have noticed more and more recently is the saturation of gender-specific roles and ideals; from Mr M pointing out that most of the cars in the supermarket carpark had men sitting in them (having dropped their wives off to do the shop!) to the current headlines from the TES regarding girls regretting dropping…

Day 77- Managing it all

The problem with work is that you spend so much bloody time there. I see my work colleagues far more than my friends and family so it’s a real struggle when you just don’t mesh. This year I have been unfortunate enough to have a new head of department. Not because the old one left,…

Day 76 – White over

This never-ending winter really does seem to be taking it out of me at the moment. Cancelled plans and days sat staring out of the window are not as fun as they once were. As much as I was shrieking with delight at the first few flakes of snow in December (praying for enough to…

Day 57 – Sprung?

The sneak peak of spring-time that we saw this weekend gave me such a lift that it was almost sufficient to get me through a miserable, freezing and exhausting Monday at work. And even though I know we have snow on the way, it feels like the summer is a little nearer. The nice weather…

Day 49 – A pleasant change.

Sometimes you just have to take time out of your day and realise that you’ve got it good. Part of wanting to keep this record of my year was to remind myself to do exactly that. Appreciate the small things. Be grateful for what you have. Make the most of every single day. It’s not…

Day 46 – Time

Time is such a tricky thing; I’ve never got the right amount. I’m either impatiently waiting for time to tick on or gripping tightly to passing seconds. Battling this and balancing life is not something I’m particularly skilled with and something I would like to work on. I can’t say that I’m not sticking to…

Day 28 – How do you think?

I would love to say I’ve been incredibly happy recently but the truth is I’m struggling. Not because anything bad has happened. Not because things have gone wrong. I’m just fucking tired. Dog tired. Work has been manic. Parents evenings, weekend duties, mock exams, reports. The lot. Add in the fact I’ve not had a…

Day 21 – No more cakes and ale?

Ok, so I have always been a little on the chunky side. As a baby, my christening gown (worn by several generations of my family) was held together at the back with a safety pin. When I was younger, being the biggest one in the family/group/class really bugged me and as a result I have…

Day 17 – The little things

It really is the little things that make all the difference. Despite my initial (natural!) pessimism, I must admit I am feeling more positive this year. And oddly enough, reminding myself that I am supposed to be feeling positive seems to be the biggest factor. While driving to work, I’m choosing music that will put a…

Day 13 – The Colour of Happiness.

During the hours spent scrolling through my instagram account (my usual guilty pleasure), stalking accounts like @comedowntothewoods and @thisstyle_rocks I had major interior-design-envy. And while I am not brave enough for dark walls in my already dark lounge just yet, I can’t help but be jealous of their homes. But more importantly, I noticed that…

Day 8 – More to life.

There is more to life than money. This is something Mr M always tells me, and something that I am finally starting to believe. I have always been driven career-wise and have measured my success on the size of the salary I received. However, while visiting friends this weekend, I began to question just how…

Day 4 – Always look on the bright side of life.

I am not a naturally positive person. Pessimism comes far more naturally to me than any remote shred of optimism and I frequently suffer from bouts of anxiety or, as I describe them to Mr M, an intense feeling of “down”. I am the person who frets over the smallest problem, who is in tears…