This farewell was my final one. I can tell. Maybe not forever, but at least for the next phase of my life. Today, when the plane took off from Glasgow Airport, I didn’t cry. I wasn’t sad. The familiar sting of nostalgia wasn’t looming. I didn’t feel like I was leaving home—I distinctly feel like […]Read More To Scotland
2021, you were a year of deep healing, huge transitions, and big hugs (I missed those in 2020). I’ve let go of so much heavy and let in so much light. Every day that passes I put more and more lessons into practice, whether that looks like setting boundaries with family and friends; honestly expressing […]Read More A Love Letter to 2021
Feeling sad, feeling scared, feeling small, feeling broken, these aren’t just necessary feelings, they’re forward-moving ones. They’re the ones that change us.Read More What is courage? The benefits of breaking yourself open
I drew today, for the first time in a long time. A very long time, actually. Probably my first time since Scotland. I drew my hand. I like drawing hands. They get things done. I’d argue, as a writer, they’re probably two of my most valuable and beloved assets. But that’s not what this post […]Read More Learning to really see – what is social distancing?
I think what I’m learning about trust is, more importantly than allowing someone to earn your trust, you should always trust your gut. Every single time my insides have told me something, they’ve been 100% right.Read More A traveller’s thoughts on trust
Write down what’s been hard for you the last little while. Yeah, it fucking sucks, and some of these hardships will sting you for a damned long time, maybe even forever. But never forget, that list of the great shit you’ll write, the one with the beautiful moments and powerful learnings, no matter how big or small it is, should forever be your reason for pushing forward.Read More What a damned ridiculous year – thank god for it
Day 1: Edinburgh – Krakow I’m sitting at Gate 23 in Edinburgh Airport. It smells like French fries and ketchup and around me I can hear the buzzing of foreign languages (Polish for one) and the howling of the bathroom hand dryer. My flight to Krakow has been delayed by an hour. Classic. I’ve not […]Read More Alone in the airport