I hope you had a magical August – mine was truly spectacular <3
Here’s just a few of the highlights:
When I was in the middle of the most fucked up year of my life, I got a very significant acting job.
I was to take on the title character in Shakespeare’s ‘The Taming of The Shrew’ in an outdoor summer production of the play.
As an English Literature and classical acting graduate, Shakespeare was my forte.
As a lost, angry and misunderstood hedonist, the shrew was a role I was all too eager to catapult myself in to as a distraction from my recent rapid weight gain, as well as the sporadic death threats I was receiving from my Russian ex-boyfriend (who I’d unknowingly given The Clap several months earlier).
Love always enters later than you want.
Often, just moments after you’ve given up
All hope of it ever arriving….
My relationship with Joe is pretty easy.
(80% of the time, at least – the other 20% I want to poke him in the eyeball).
The reason for this - at least in part - is because we happen to share the same love languages…
Last Thursday, I went to the wedding of one of my dear school friends, Claire, and her (now) husband, Syd – who I’ve also known since I was 14.
I have to say, it was one of the most stunning weddings I’ve ever been to (helped by the fact that the setting was Ibiza!)
What was most magical, though, was seeing just how much Claire and Syd adore each other.
Not just as lovers or life partners, but as true friends.
Because theirs was my second wedding in this month alone, inevitably, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about marriage over the last few days…
Last week, I went to a Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous meeting in London.
And a woman shared something that I wish to GOD I’d been told at the beginning of my relationship with Joe.
But, at the same time, I know I probably wasn’t really ready to hear it until now…
A 1:1 love-coaching client recently shared with me how her partner and her had hit a wall in their relationship.
And she didn’t know if she should hold out and weather the storm, or just cut her losses and leave.
It’s a predicament I’ve been in many times myself…
The sun is out, our shades are on, and there’s a distinct sensation of summer romance in the air…
Welcome to the Great British Summer…
As I’m sure you’ve experienced, every relationship is made up of good and shitty times.
But, when the fights start outweighing the fun and the disagreements don’t stop coming, it can lead you to wonder if the easiest thing to say would just be…
Not meaning to sound all old-fashioned, but I think it’s a crying-shame that men don’t write women sonnets anymore.
I’d bloody LOVE to have someone write me a sonnet (if you feel the urge to do so, DON’T HOLD BACK).
The following sonnet is one of my all time favourites (I even wrote my English Lit dissertation on it at uni).
Which is why I plan to have it read at my wedding one day....
This Easter weekend, I realised the main reason my relationship keeps getting better, year after year.
My parents were away, my siblings were spending time with their own partners, and my boyfriend Joe had decided to go to Cornwall with a few of his guy friends.
Meaning that I’d be spending most of the weekend alone...
In mine and my friend’s book ‘The Inner Fix,’ we share one of the most life-changing parables I’ve ever heard.
(And as a former regular church-goer, I’ve heard a lot).
I first came across it back in 2012, when my heart was broken and I’d do just about anything to make it hurt a bit less...
I just read something that stopped me dead in my tracks – and I had to share it with you immediately.
It’s a mindset shift that has the potential to radically improve both your relationship with yourself – as well as all the people you love...
If you’re reading this, it means the plane I’m writing it from landed at Heathrow on time -
Despite the gnarly BEAST FROM THE EAST blizzard everyone’s been warning us about over the last few days - praise be!
So, I just got smacked over the head with a super-obvious life lesson and felt compelled to share it with you.
Like me, you probably already know it.
But, also like me, you probably could do with hearing it again.
I won’t bore you with the details, but basically the other day I was having a particularly low moment here in Bali...
Welcome to one of the most dreaded, irritating or eagerly anticipated weeks of the year - depending on your current dating situation.
Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock recently, you’ll know that I’m of course referring to Valentine’s Day...
I have a confession to make.
It’s taken me a while to pluck up the courage, but I just couldn’t handle the guilt any longer.
I keep phubbing over my boyfriend.
All. The. Time...
Last week I got in a metal cage in the middle of the ocean, as hungry great white sharks circled around it.
This is not something that had ever been on my bucket list.
In fact, I’ve had a phobia of open water, confined spaces and most certainly sharks ever since I can remember...
As the Carpenter’s song goes:
Breaking up is hard to do.
I’ll admit that I’ve been pretty terrible at it, all in all.
Like many of us, I always favoured the ‘ghosting’ approach that’s so common these days...
As you may know if you’ve been following my social feeds, a few weeks ago I went trekking with my dad & boyfriend in Nepal.
It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.
It also taught me more about love & relationships than all the self-help books I’ve ever read put together...