I’m currently going through a phase at the moment. I’m not sure who I am right now but I know what I’m trying to be. I’m trying to be a career woman. A great girlfriend. A good daughter. A caring friend. A blogger. A dog-mum. Sister. Aunt. Quite frankly, the list is endless. I don’t know exactly how I got to this point, or even why. But I do know this: I’m absolutely bloody knackered.

Obviously, I am of all of these things without necessarily making the choice to do so. But I don’t want to just be all of these things. I’m trying to consciously be good at them. And perhaps therein lies the problem.
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Emily x

I’m really bad at doing nothing. I work full time and when it comes to the weekend, I promise myself that I’ll have one day to ‘get shit done’ and another to actually relax. Unfortunately the day of rest very rarely actually happens. Don’t get me wrong, I start off with the best of intentions but I struggle to get rid of the nagging feeling that this needs doing or that needs seeing to and before I know it, I’ve created a list of things I need to do. Now that’s all well and good but by the time Monday morning rolls around, I don’t feel like I’ve really had the time to rest and recuperate for the week ahead.
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Emily x

Last month, my boyfriend and I were at a restaurant in London for his birthday. It was one of our favourites and I always order the same dessert: a chocolate bombe which hot salted caramel sauce is then poured over, the chocolate slowly melting away to reveal the delicious centre. After the waiter had walked away, Matt remarked that he was ‘surprised I hadn’t filmed it.’ He was referring to the fact that the last few times I had always whipped my phone out to capture the dessert revelation.
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Emily x

 

I am at the age, or rather time in my life, where what I am going to do next in life is somewhat of interest to other people. But I don’t mean the countries I plan on visiting or the career progression I would like to take. Oh no, the question on everyone’s lips, whether it is spoken or not, is: So when are you going to get married?
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Emily x

I don’t know about you, but when I was a child, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I couldn’t wait to work (ha!) or have a car which I could jump in whenever I wanted (I imagined intense 3am drives where I stared moodily out at the road with some indie band playing in the background). But now, at 25 years of age, my thinking is a little different. I still enjoy all the ‘perks’ of adulthood such as eating cake for dinner and being able to go to bed when I please (10pm, admittedly…) but there will always be that longing for childhood.
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Emily x