Life is not an American AA meeting. When you introduce yourself for the first time no one claps or gives you a supportive ‘well done you for making the first step’ nod, actually, there are precious few instances in real life where you will receive a positive reaction for announcing your MI to others. Hello…
I returned to the office today and it was strange yet exhilarating. I didn’t know anyone there but it was oddly familiar; pushing me out of my comfort zone and reawakened something within me. Something is on the way. I know it, I can feel it. Thoughts, ideas and possibilities circle around, some I grasp…
Sunrise, sunset and everything in between, how we divide up our day says much about us, so there is little doubt in my mind that I was destined to be a writer; that my dreams would transpire into eloquent ideas and that hours of dreamily gazing out of windows, should be followed by quick-fingered keyboard clacking,…
I wake up and realise I’m a hypocrite. I won’t get into it too much here as I’m mentally drafting a long piece about why I gave up Catholicism for Lent, but I arose from my sleep having had a flash back to 2001 when I lived in Ireland and first discovered Newgrange. I have…
Today I made my first coffee from a Moka pot; when in Rome, I think to myself. After years of longing, I am finally in the magnificent south. We flew into Naples before making our way through the winding, narrow, high altitude roads, mount Vesuvius shrinking in the distance as we snake towards Positano. Today…
I dream I meet British Investigative journalist Stacey Dooley and I am jealous, of course I’m jealous as I didn’t have the courage or knowledge on how to peruse a career in writing. Stacey achieved some attention before being selected for Strictly Come Dancing or Dancing with the Stars if you’re American. Again, pangs of…
My younger step-son informs me innocently that if I keep going to bowling that I will get the hang of it and improve. Instead of agreeing or laughing it off I get annoyed and tell him that I used to be good at bowling but haven’t for ten years, almost to the day. He’s surprised,…
The title of this post is intended to be heard in the style of SpongeBob, to denote the slow passing of time where little has changed. Of course, there are many things that are different: my age, where I live, personal circumstances; but, when looking inwards, at how I really feel, well, I’m not sure…
‘What happened to you?’ Helen asks. It throws me but I guess that’s what I pay her for. She’s not my friend despite me wanting that, but feeling safe and comfortable when I spend time with her is part of our agreement. I know exactly what she’s alluding to and I cut the crap and…
I rise smiling from a wonderful dream and instantly turn to Michelangelo, seeping back into the imagery and sentiment from moments before. We were at a festival, one of those cool, low key festivals with marquees and unknown artists playing great music. I have hired space in a marquee for my group. Elevating my six-week…
Sunrise, sunset and everything in between, how we divide up our day says much about us. There is no doubt in my mind that I was destined to be a writer, that my dreams would transpire into eloquent ideas, that hours of dreamy gazing out of windows should be followed by quick fingered keyboard clacking and…
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