An aspiring writer from the UK
I don’t think he even knew what he was looking for. Mud was showering all around me as he stumbled around the bog, fumbling over tree roots and discarded rubbish, making as much disruption to the water as possible. The sound of swashing water filled my ears and the smell of moss was embedded in my nose.
That didn't last long...
The elegant lines of a stingray glided past as my eyes attempted to burn holes in the glass of it’s home, unable to blink away the pain. I felt my mind emptying of all my thoughts and a dark cloud looming, ready to engulf me. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t blink, all I could do was stare.
How many times do you google something to check if it’s right? I often seem to miss a key part of a film or a funny part of a film because I’m googling to see how old the actor is to see which one of us was closer or I’m checking how to spell a word correctly or doing a ‘just in case’ check of the correct bus number or train time. I feel we have it too easy sometimes, always having a way of checking if we’re right but that’s not the same when it comes to relationships is it.
We've got a long way to go
We’ve got a long way to go. How often have you heard this time? I heard it just the other day in fact when discussing LGBTQ+ education but what does that mean? How do we know how long we ‘have’ to go? Could it not be a short way to go? Why do we HAVE to go this long way? Is there an easier way? Where are we going?
- Top Story - September 2022
Worrying is like holding an umbrella up in the sun, waiting for it to rainTop Story - September 2022
And logically, that doesn’t make sense, right? Why does worrying feel normal and natural and needed? I saw this saying once and I didn’t get it but then when I noticed people around me like my mum and boyfriend worrying for no reason, I realised that I was doing the same and we’ve been conditioned to welcome worry and yet, when we are to compare it something like the analogy above, it doesn’t make sense as to why this is a done thing but it’s done every day by us, sometimes without us knowing we are. Remind yourself of this saying, it’s saved me from myself a lot.
The head of the family
It’s 2006 and 6 months before my dad dies. I obviously didn’t realise it at the time but valuable lessons were learnt in these 6 months and I wish I’d have recognised them when they were happening but the nice thing is that I often look back and think about how they made me who I am today and that’s the lasting effect of memories, cherish or dismissed.