I never thought I’d consider a coffee shop as a kind of home. Almost every morning last year, I stopped by Seattle Coffee on my way to work. It didn’t matter if it was scorching hot, icy cold or pouring rain – I ordered the same thing every single day: a tall cappuccino. But I […]
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January always lasts a small eternity, doesn’t it? It seems to just carry on and on and on. I think it was this ‘never ending’ feeling that sent me sliding into what I can best describe as the ‘slow lane’ – a kind of ‘stroll-mode’ approach to life. I found myself moseying through those initial […]
Fact: I don’t make New Years resolutions. My reason? They never really feel concrete enough. I suppose ‘get more sleep’, ‘stop eating so many cupcakes’ and ‘actively use your gym membership’ sound great in theory – but in reality, I always feel like they a) aren’t specific enough and b) are merely pipe dreams. ‘Resolution’ […]
We’ve all got things we deem ourselves to be great at; skills that aren’t particularly useful – but we’re kind-of-sort-of proud of them nevertheless. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m kind of good at these 5 things (and they’re almost entirely useless). 1. Quoting Dirty Dancing I’m not ashamed to admit […]
The truth is: we can’t all go to space or, climb Everest or, write a one-hit-wonder that catapults us to fame overnight. But you know what we can do? We can throw away the empty toilet roll. And sometimes, that’s all that’s needed to improve someone’s day. On a day to day basis, it’s often […]
Dear Storm At thirteen you think you have everything figured out. You’ve got these big dreams and even bigger ambitions. Your future plans are typed out, taped into a notebook – your equivalent of set in stone – and you think you’re ready for whatever’s coming. The plan is to finish high school with all […]
I had an image of myself, gliding gracefully into Work Life. I’d start my first day with a cappuccino in hand, sunglasses on my head; the wind rustling my hair just enough to get that ‘movie moment’ likeness. With a denim jacket slung over my arm, I’d glide across the streets in my four-inch high […]