The world is rioting right now. Fires are burning, in the streets, in countries across the world, within people who have been discriminated against for centuries. We all have a responsibility. To ourselves, to our neighbours, to our families and to our futures, to fight for what is just and important to us. How weContinue reading “Use Your Voice”
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4. Breathe
I have never felt small. Try as I might sometimes, I seem incapable of reducing myself into manageable chunks for an audience. It can be inconvenient to say the least. I’ll almost definitely have the most energy in a room, the widest smile, the loudest laugh. You won’t see me shying away from attention that’sContinue reading “4. Breathe”
You are never alone.
I will always remember the day my dad first deployed out to the Middle East. Bleary eyed and half asleep, me and my brother being ushered into the back of the car by our mother. I could never tell whether the morning dew had settled early or if she was crying. We would drive toContinue reading “You are never alone.”
Take two.
So to the few who have already read my first blog post from a couple of weeks ago, many thanks and welcome back – I hope this installment is as thrilling as the first. It has taken me some time to decide what my second reflection should be on. However I think I have decidedContinue reading “Take two.”
Firsts before lasts.
I have spent a lot of today thinking about moments. Life is full of them, intricately sewn together. Jagged jigsaw pieces with some fitting better than others, some small, some large and some which have tried to be scratched out so many times that their fragile seams ache with the hope of being dropped andContinue reading “Firsts before lasts.”
The first one…
So I’ve been meaning to start a blog for the past three years, no surprises when I say I meant to start when I came to university (no shocker there middle-class white girl). Not because I think my life has been of much interest to anybody in particular, but because I am turning 21 inContinue reading “The first one…”