Tag: adult life

Becoming A Passenger In My Own Body

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Like many pregnant people, I put my hands around my newly inflated belly. It’s partly because that’s what I see pregnant people do, but I also cradle my bump to highlight how round this belly is becoming. This is to prove to myself and others around me that this is a pregnant belly, that I …

20 Pieces Of Harsh But True Life Advice

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Life is hard. Sometimes we get stuck, sometimes we get overwhelmed. Sometimes it is easier to just plod along. In those kinds of moments, some tough love can be just what the doctor ordered. Yes, a few words aren’t going to solve your problems completely, but they might give you that motivating kick up the …

A Day In The Life Of

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My alarm goes off at about 7:30. It’s a song from the show Bob’s Burgers – even though it’s my alarm, I still love the song and find it hilarious. I wish I could write songs like that for a living.

How To Be Cool

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I was not the coolest kid during primary nor secondary school. I tried my very best to always fit in, which I think made me stick out even more. Trying to be like the girls I was friends with never really suited me and I always felt like a bit of an outsider. This insecurity …

The Importance Of Being In A Community

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My SO has just started a new job, with the awesome title of Social Media And Content Developer. I’m very jealous and very proud of him, but his absence is already freaking me out a bit. He leaves at 8am, returns at 6pm. That’s 10 hours, x5 days a week that I’ll be on my …