A somewhat strange title for this blog, but one I find rather fitting. I hate it when that pops up when you're watching a good film or TV series but for this entry it kind if fitted well. Why? Well today July 10th marks exactly one year since I moved into my new flat. One whole year of living entirely by myself as an independent woman. It feels like it was only yesterday if I'm honest. The big move and life change was prompted by my relationship breakdown. I was with him for 13 years and when we separated it was like my whole world fell apart around me. Me and all of my stuff was back at my mothers, well truth be told most of it had never left. My former partner spent much of the year travelling for work so my time was split between 'his' apartment and at my Mums when he was away. Not the most functional way of living but it worked for us and I was never one to spend time alone. So for me the idea of living entirely by myself was terrifying. I had spent time getting...
Dancing with demons, flying with dragons. Follow that rainbow, reach for the stars. Believe in Love, Believe in Magic, and believe in yourself. A flower doesn’t compete with the flower beside it, it doesn’t care if its bigger, brighter or more fragrant. It does what it is supposed to do. It blooms Remember the innocence of childhood. Look for magic, it’s out there. Society told us it wasn’t. So do you want to conform to what society expects? Or do you want to be you? I am me, just me.