Finding my feet at 30

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A few years ago I wrote this post about how I couldn’t wait to turn 30. I longed for a time of stability, a sense of self, a sense of home. But between 27 and today I lost two more jobs and one more relationship. And what I’ve found on the other side, isn’t solid ground.

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Festive Season Wrap Up

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Oh, hello. Why, I’m alive after all! With fingers for blogging and toes for wriggling, I’m giving this whole writing thing another go. By the end of last year I was frequently complaining to my friends that I was “over writing” and that I “hated words, grammar, sentences – the whole darn lot”. It’ been three weeks and I have one more to go before I head back to work, so it’s time to oil my rusty brain wheels and get back into writing.

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