Another year, another running thought about how much I haven’t written and how much I’m a failure at my own passion. I spend so much time fulfilling everyone else’s needs that I tend to forget my own, and then when I realise that I have pushed my own goals to the side, along comes the self-depreciative imposter syndrome, talking about
Women already have the shitty end of the stick. We’re already stigmatised as the lesser gender, and have to face gender pay gaps, constant discrimination and unwanted sexual attention throughout their lives. But there is a much more sinister element at play, one that’s not talked about much, and it’s the way women talk to each other and about each
Whether we like it or not, society is still patriarchal. I love my partner and have nothing but respect for him, but he’s still patriarchal; as is my own family, and many of my friends and work colleagues. I look around, and while women can vote, drive cars and start a business, men still think it’s “cute” when a woman
And how do you get on track? Everyone has been here: you’re either standing in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink or sat at the edge of the bed after a shower, contemplating the state of affairs that comprise of your life. Head in hands, you ask yourself what the hell you’re doing, because for whatever reason, you
Before your train of thought even goes there, yes I am fully cognisant that 2020 was a shit year for everyone, however, it was a weird one for me. Compared to a very large segment of the world, my year was fantastic: my business grew, my family was safe, and I was shielding since the first lockdown, enabling my lifelong
