Have you heard about imposter syndrome? … a psychological pattern in which an individual doubts their accomplishments and has a persistent internalized fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. 70% of us recognise these thoughts in ourselves apparently, and can understand the impact this has on not just our work lives, but our every day
This isn’t going to be big news to you I know, but I felt I should explain, and do it here rather than posting one of my usual (of late) really wordy Instagram posts. I have killed off the duck in the mask that has served as my avatar on line since I first joined
Are the lyrics to This Is Me, from the Greatest Showman not some of the greatest ever penned? When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised I am who I’m meant to be, this is me Look out ’cause here
From the road you would have no idea that behind that unassuming wooden door stands the most incredible home. Featured on Grand Designs a few years ago it is hard to imagine that this building was a derelict and crumbling old violin factory. Just a five minute stroll from Waterloo there is
But don’t you see, T? Your niche is you Hmm I hadn’t thought of that when I had a wobble on Instagram recently. I kept reading that people on that social media platform need a niche, a curated feed, a USP that made people want to follow them and devour their posts.
It’s a wonder that we ever bought our house because the hallway is all wrong. The stairs come down straight to the front door. Literally. You can come down the stairs and with one foot on the bottom step you can have another foot out of the front door. From a Feng
I didn’t realise that sirens made me hold my breath. Past tense. It was the fact that I realised on Monday morning that I no longer subconsciously paid attention to them as they sped up the road that made me realise they had that affect on me. That they made me hold my breath and
When I got the first one it was going to be the only one. I didn’t really have a desire to cover my body in ink, just a wish to remember two friends in some way. To remind myself that life is for living and that tomorrow you could be on holiday and die in