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Celebrating creative successes

I hope you are settling into autumn. I love getting out for walks and paying attention to the changes of the season, whether that’s the transformation of the leaves or mushrooms erupting overnight.  This month, I wanted to share my thoughts on celebrations with you. I reached a milestone recently and have now published ten features. It may be a small step on my journey as a writer but each of these steps add up and remind me that I am on the right path. Many of us (and I include myself in this) have a tendency to focus on…

Back in the saddle

It’s the kind of quiet Sunday morning made for cycling through the suburbs of Chorlton. Yet there is something out of the ordinary about one cyclist in particular. She speeds past, clad in skin tight jodhpurs with a whip balanced precariously in her basket. After almost a ten year break, I have taken up horseriding again. One of the twenty seven things I planned to do this year was to have a jumping lesson. Once was enough to make me resolve never to give it up again, repressing all thought of the expense or the embarrassment of cycling through Chorlton…

The Twenty Seven List

1990 – the year when Nelson Mandela was freed from prison, the year when Homer Simpson first graced our TV screens, and more importantly for this post, the year when I was born.  In 2017, I celebrated my twenty seventh birthday. I had always pictured myself at twenty seven as having a clear sense of purpose in life and no longer needing to ring my parents whenever something went wrong in my flat. Yet in the weeks preceding my twenty seventh birthday, I found myself drowning in a pit of existential dread with thirty a looming reality. Twenty seven is…