Time's a funny thing. For the first twenty-four years of my life, today's date was just a date. But fifteen years ago, it became important. Fifteen years ago, I stood at an altar.
In five days, I start my journey through the final year of my thirties. 39 doesn’t seem like an age that should hold any significance, but it feels like it… Continue reading "A letter to my 19-year old self"
I haven’t been able to write – to really, painfully, ripping off a scab write – in a while. There’s plenty to say. I always have something to say. Getting… Continue reading "Down The Gorilla Hole – Why Not Write Something Depressing on Christmas Eve?"