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I’ve moved around a lot in the past few years.  In fact, I’ve packed up my worldly belongings into battered cardboard boxes and relocated my entire life no less than six times since September 2012. That’s six removal vans, six mournful rear-window gazes as I roll away from a place I used to call home, thirteen stress-i…

When I left university in the noughties, I may not have achieved many of my life’s ambitions, but at least – in that simpler, lower-tech world – I knew what I was aiming for. Now, with social media invading even the darkest corners of our lives, whatever we do, we will always see someone richer, slimmer, more popular o…

Full disclaimer – this post is inspired by Disasters of a Thirty Something, one of my favourite blogs ever. The stories this lady writes make me die and are so relatable for someone as clumsy/commonsense-less/awkward as I am. My favourite of hers is “We’re Not Having Some Kind of AFFAIR” – I’m actually laughing just wr…

People who attempt to define success and ambition for women are all around us; one female is praised, another is scorned. We live in a society always ready to decry women in one way or another, no matter which path they take. In fact, certain news outlets even seem to take pleasure in tearing women’s aspirations down a…

I found my Record of Achievement the other day. It’s a folder I was given in secondary school (do students still get those?) containing certificates and exam results and spaces for me to write my thoughts. What did I want to be when I was grown? Where did I see myself years from now? What was THE BIG DREAM? The big dre…

While growing up I wasn’t ever sure what I really wanted to do. I had ideas of the journey – I was the seven-year-old playing on the beach who told the home-movie camera she was ‘going to college’. I was the adamant 17-year-old who had decided she was going to University. I was the 21-year-old graduate convinced she wo…