After spending 2018 being relatively healthy – period cramps being the only exception – I have somehow managed to fall sick twice in two months because maybe my body has just had enough with the stress or whatever it decided to be done with
When I turned 25, I joked about going through a quarter-life crisis because when else will you go through it? Assuming that I’ll live till I’m a hundred, of course, but I really hope to not live that long
This year has been a roller coaster, to say the least. And I know that I say this every year but 2018 really flew by in a flash. I wasn’t planning to write anything to wrap up the year simply because I’ve been missing in action for a long time and I really wanted to leave it that way
As a writer, inspiration comes and goes. There are days when creative juices are pumping hard through my veins and then there are days like today – days when my fingers freeze and my brain goes into total lockdown
Not going to lie, I have been extremely uninspired of late. Life just got in the way and being busy is a terrible excuse for not writing more. With my brother leaving for Edinburgh to do his Masters in early September and my mum going with him, I was busy juggling work, laundry and making sure that my dad wasn’t freaking out without his wife around