11:59 am: Today I am firmly assailed by the light, whimsical wondering of what this thing of life and living is all about. I've popped out of a work document I'm editing entitled "Climate Innovation" where I've just written a sentence that uses terms like "capital markets", "social impact investment", digital technologies for massive development… Continue reading Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?
I always imagined that if I was cast away on a desert island, I would relish being away from the misogynistic undertones of mascara. Coveting a voluminous fan of long eyelashes - while a functional and beneficial accessory on a windswept and sandy isle - I know is a latent hangover from patriarchy of the… Continue reading Day 9: Putting on mascara now constitutes a task on my to-do list
Allow me to set the scene. I don't believe I've done that before. What a terrible narrator I am. It is 20:51, I sit alone at my desk in the activewear I've been wearing since what feels like 2003 but is really just whatever day I arrived home, hungover - god, remember hangovers?! - to… Continue reading Day 6: Thursdays are for solo candlelit dinners and flirtations with classical music
It is 4.49pm on Friday, April 3rd, year 2346, and both sisters have somehow wandered into my room and are lying prostrate on my bed, not understanding the fact I am very much still working but also understanding the fact I am so very done with working and just want a big, fat bag of… Continue reading Day 11: A Categorically Unlit Friday
From the March issue of The Gloss Such is my despair at the escalating climate crisis that even the simplest of tasks have become existential undertakings. A grocery shop now finds me quivering in a supermarket aisle, terrified of picking up, guilted into putting down item after item while phrases like ‘single-use plastic’, ‘carbon footprint’,… Continue reading A Drop in the Ocean: Changing the Habits of a Lifetime, One Toothbrush at a Time
Hello, old friend. This is the past, writing the future. ...This is the sentence I find awaiting me in my drafts. I have no recollection of writing it or the completely paradoxical title which clearly I did at some stage in the past 48 hours. However, I believe the basic gist is this: This Sunday… Continue reading Day 8: The Day I Shall be Born Again and/or Lethargy Though
The truth is I've been trying to write this for five minutes but a piece of toenail got stuck in my keyboard. I tried to get it out but in so doing instead aided it in its escape from my newly-manicured fingers so that now its rump is lodged under the '@' key - which,… Continue reading Day 7: Self-Care is not a euphemism for hair removal.