Out of sheer boredom, just over a year ago I started a parenting blog and in doing so I started to connect with other bloggers, other mothers. I connected with people I never would have otherwise met “in the real world” and immediately felt welcome and understood.
Questions I ponder on sleepless nights and long days: What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What’s the point? How can I make money?
I like to read. I read greedily. I inhale books. I skim over sentences and miss out words in a bid to consume to the story quickly and completely.
An Irish newspaper published some thoughts from the mind of a middle aged man this week on the issue of wolf whistling and cat calling.
In her essay, ‘Dear Ijeawele, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions ‘ Chimamanda Adichie writes about the importance of teaching girls to reject likeability.
It’s a concept that I’ve taken to heart, personally, as I’ve been a people pleaser all my life. Somehow believing that being liked and not rocking the boat were life’s key objectives, rather than prioritising your own wants.