39 is fine: The joy of socks
Instagram is a fickle mistress. Unless you are a beach-body-ready-yoga-posing-clean-eating-guru or have the surname Kardashian, it’s hard to get that many likes. I post a lot of my food, which often gets a few likes. But then a couple of weeks ago, something astounded me. A picture – taken on a spur of the moment before I put some boots on – got 44 likes and 7 comments, something of a personal best I think. And the picture was – MY SOCK. Yep, one sock, on my foot, a blue and
39 is fine: or it would be if I could stop spending the last year of my 30s comparing myself to ever
So here's the post I didn't write last week. I am suffering from a bad case of over-comparing - constantly wondering why I am not doing more, being like so-and-so etc. There have been some reasons for this escalating lately. The BRILLIANT catastrophe started again this week. Written by Sharon Horgan and Rob Delaney, it gives me total and utter fangirl envy. I want to write a sitcom! Why haven’t I written a sitcom?! Then there’s the NOKIA 3310. You know, the old one, with snak
