My university days
Oct16

My university days

I saw a post on Instagram recently by my friend Helen aka Actually Mummy about university and it struck a huge chord. University days are the best days of your life, right? Not for me they weren’t. I didn’t know much about university. None of my family went there. Most of what I knew came from a friend whose parents had both gone there and met their friends for life there. My friend knew for certain that she would meet her...

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Confidence boost in a Tshirt
Feb12

Confidence boost in a Tshirt

When shopping in Next for trainers for my son (Next being one of the few shops which realises boys’ feet don’t stop growing at a 2 and their bodies don’t stop growing at a 7-8, presumably for them to fall off the earth only to return once they fit a ‘small men’s’), I spotted this Tshirt.The slogan reads I’m kind of a big deal on my blog.I knew I had to have that Tshirt.Back when I started work...

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A rock and a hard place
Dec05

A rock and a hard place

I am officially at risk of redundancy. Long-term readers will know this isn’t the first time We’ve been there before. Only two years ago. I took the whole thing quite badly then – the stress, the pressure, the uncertainty… Frankly, I was a mess. Looking back on that time upsets me. I can hardly recognise the person I was then. I’ve moved on and cheered up so much in the last two years.I was desperate to get a...

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Lifted
Nov05

Lifted

My default setting is slightly unhappy. I react badly to change, I’m risk averse, I spend far too much of my life worrying about things that will probably never happen. Sometimes this tips over into low-level depression – I haven’t gone down the medication route, but was seriously considering it a few weeks ago.A couple of weeks ago I was sat at work on Monday and Tuesday feeling miserable as usual. Then on...

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Dented
Oct02

Dented

That’s me. My self-esteem. Not the sort of little knock that you can wipe with your sleeve and it disappears. A proper knock. Again.I’ve got 39 years on the clock and I’m past it. I’m stuck in a rut and nothing I can do will get me out of it. When I started at work I was 25, young and full of ideas. People rated me. Then I get ‘restructured’. For that, read ‘downgraded’. And I went...

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