*And there it is, just like that. After weeks of equilibrium and relative calm, normal is replaced with a knot in my chest. The first rung on the ladder of anxiety. The knot sits there obstructing my breath, a physical reminder that fluidity is temporarily interrupted. My tummy clenches in a troubled way as if…
The last few New Year's Eves, I have made one resolution: for the pending year to be more about me and my needs. Each resolution has, of course, spectacularly failed under the weight of the myriad of responsibilities that I consciously or unconsciously prioritise each and every day. And like anything with sufficient repetition, it becomes…
And here we are, the end of 2018. That time of year in which I usually fill my cup with wistful resolutions whilst simultaneously filling it with bubbles to bring in the New Year. And with every joyful sip taken, the chance of each resolution seeing the light of day rapidly disappears. Typically, these resolutions…
The Sound of Motherhood 