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I noticed a tiny blob high up on my bedroom wall. In the half-light, and without my glasses, I was briefly horrified, convinced it was a spider. Once I put my specs on, I realised it was just a small damp patch. I checked it again that evening, squinted, tilted
For many, times are hard and money’s scarce. And on the surface we know that digging a financial hole to celebrate Christmas isn’t a great idea, yet getting swept along with the festivities is surprisingly easy to do. There’s payday loans, Klarna, and other “interest-free” temptations around every corner, the
I have the same thought most mornings, “Well, let’s see what today brings.” Like most people, I have some kind of expectation about what the day ahead holds for me. I run through the day in my mind’s eye. I base my thoughts partly on what’s going on in my
According to researchers at Cornell University, the average adult makes around 35,000 decisions every day. Most are so small we barely notice them, when and how we brush our teeth, what to eat, or choosing to have yet another “five minutes” scrolling on our phone before bed. On their own,
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Christmas cards on sale a whole week before the last summer Bank Holiday. It seems to happen earlier every year. As if we’re in such a rush to move on that we forget to enjoy where we are. Why aren’t we savouring
It’s almost the school holidays again, and I can already hear the collective cry of frustration from children up and down the country: “I’M BORED!” I can’t help but smile when I hear it. I said those words too as a child, not very often though. Not because I was
Have you heard about the Japanese philosophy of Wabi Sabi? It’s a way of thinking that encourages you to see the value in things that aren’t perfect, finished, or permanent, it explores the transient nature of life and how nothing stays the same. Recently, I was given a bunch of
As the little thunder clouds of doom lurk overhead heavy with grief, misery, sadness and worry, the very idea of laughter feels wildy inappropriate. As though you shouldn’t be allowed to forget your woes by having fun or pleasure. As if laughter would be a betrayal of the all consuming
My phone pings, it’s a picture message. A meme of a black cat doing something ridiculous, paired with a funny caption. It’s from my mum. She delights in sending me random cat-related posts. I have a black cat, Gordon, so she often sends me Gordon-esque funnies. It’s her way of
I can’t believe it’s March already, can you? Sometimes it feels like life is racing past—like everyone else is ticking off milestones while I’m stuck in neutral. But here’s the thing: life isn’t a race. Timing is everything, and your timing? It’s uniquely yours, and that’s what makes it right.