A personal reflection on unlearning the timelines we’re taught to follow and redefining life on our own terms.

For years, Peru sat on my “one day” list. Then one day, I realised if I kept waiting, I might never go. This is the story of booking a solo adventure, finding connection with strangers, and why saying yes to yourself can change everything.

Growing up might change the way we celebrate, but some things never lose there magic. Case in Point: a very good party bag

There’s something strangely emotional about travelling with a parent once you’re both adults. This post is about Milan, coffees, comfortable silences, and the unexpected moment you realise your parents have become people you genuinely enjoy spending time with.

Dating in your thirties was not sold to me like this. From men touring the UK speed dating circuit to Hinge making me question everything, I’m sharing the reality of still putting yourself out there at 34… with hope, humour, and very mixed results

At 34, my friendship group looks nothing like I imagined it would at 15. Some friends live overseas. Some are old enough to be my parents. Some I've known for over twenty years. Some I've met in the last few years and can't imagine life without. This week's blog is a love letter to the friends who stay, the friendships that quietly end, and the people who remind us that we're never as alone as we sometimes think.

I deleted the dating apps.

Not because I'd given up on love, but because I realised that swiping and making progress aren't always the same thing.

Routines have a funny way of looking effortless when you're watching someone else's life. It's easy to believe everyone else has cracked the code while you're just trying to remember where you left your keys