Dear Boyfriend, I'm sorry I haven't been very get up and go recently, I wish I had an explanation as to why, but I don't. You know I can be insular and reflective and maybe I just needed a bit of time to indulge myself. I think sometimes, because I don't have a degree and … Continue reading An Unsent Letter To Boyfriend
Have you ever told a lie and over the years convinced yourself that this lie is in fact, true. Maybe you can even go as far as recalling very specific and particular details of the lie because you have somehow managed to successfully fool yourself to the point that even now... You're just not sure. I … Continue reading A Lesson In Self-Respect
Name: Lucy Dannan-Aspinall Age: Somewhere between getting pissed in a barn and organising appointments with a mortgage advisor. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Something mature, preferably gmail - will come back to this. Something unique about me that I think you won't have read before but you almost definitely will have. I work well within a team but also … Continue reading If my CV wasn’t so full of shit.
I literally (although, not really literally) cannot swing a cat at the moment without hitting a blog post about mindfulness, mental health or self love. I cannot browse Instagram without scrolling past a dozen pictures of someone sat cross-legged on a rock or posing in what I can only presume is the 'downward facing dog'. … Continue reading Why it’s okay to f### yoga and smash something.
I often find myself looking back on my years at school with nothing but joy. I want to accost thirteen year old girls in the street and implore them to make the most of this time, for these are your wonder years. These are the years you will play out until sundown and experiment with body glitter, you will receive valentines cards without … Continue reading Shit I Wish I Knew At School
Over the past year I have been finding myself becoming increasingly preoccupied with things that make me unhappy. Whether it is being paid less than everybody I know, struggling with crippling self-doubt or simply not being able to source a reasonably priced Airbnb in freakin' Cadiz. I know, there are starving children in Africa and I … Continue reading #100happydays
Nobody likes those well traveled douche-bags who post pictures of themselves lazing on a beach, sipping piña coladas from a mother effing coconut, and I like to think I wasn't one. Possibly because Instagram wasn't invented yet, possibly because I was rocking a Nokia C3 at the time or quite possibly because the copious amounts of … Continue reading Travelversary – 5 Years Later