Tag: writing
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Driving in Ireland: Pay, Pray, and Fail Again…
Where Did September Go? I’m sitting here wondering where the hell September has gone. Honestly, I had plans stacked up like dominoes, and now they’re all toppling over while I’m scrambling to catch up. But at least I managed to book my NCT. Oh yes, the great Irish rite of passage. Forget confirmation, graduation, or…
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150 Days Later… Still Standing, Still Scribbling..
Today marks 150 days of this blog… That’s 150 mornings of deciding whether to rant, reflect, or roll my eyes at the world, and somehow, the words kept showing up. I’ve learned that writing is equal parts therapy, rebellion, and connection. It has carried me through the noise, given me a place to speak my…
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From Birthdays to Black Friday: I’m Out…
Well, I don’t anymore! Or at least not in the way society wants me to. I realized a long time ago what they were really all about. At first, I used to dismiss them as Hallmark holidays, those designed to keep the tills ringing and people distracted. But now I see them for what they…
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The Gospel of No…
A lesson I wish I’d learned earlier? That saying yes when you mean no is the fastest way to hand over the steering wheel of your own life. And once someone else has their hands on it, good luck getting them to let go; they’ll happily drive you straight into their version of happiness, leaving…
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Episode 102 – Sofa Watch 2025…
So, Saul decided to treat himself to a shiny new sofa. And as in typical Saul style, he didn’t just leave the old one out for the scrap man, he passed it on to me. A proper leather set too, with matching chairs. Honestly, it feels like I’ve gone from perching on a plank to…
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Maybe I Can’t…
Maybe I can’t! Words are like my lifeboats, scattered all over the sea. Some keep me afloat, some drag me under, but they all belong to me. Giving one up feels like being told to choose between tea and coffee, cruel and unusual punishment. But alright, let’s play. What word could I possibly surrender? Maybe…
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No Room in My Head for Rent-Free Tenants…
Now, by all rights, I should be! I’ve got a zillion reasons stacked up like family drama at a Christmas dinner, and every single one of them would give me the right to slam a door, curse a name, or carry a chip on my shoulder the size of a mountain. But here’s the thing:…
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9,000 Kilometers and No Barry’s in Sight…
Now, before we go any further, let me be clear: in this post, I’m talking about a physical journey, not one of my usual mind-journeys (those can travel far further without ever leaving the armchair!). I’ve done my fair share of traveling over the years. I even lived for many years in the Pacific Northwest…