I spent the day in MacGregor on Sunday where my parents live and where I grew up. On the way back home, Ben and I began dreaming about our future. I found myself doing something we are all used to doing- doubting my abilities. I doubted my intelligence, my skills, my passions, my future. I compared myself to others and constantly fell short. Years ago, when Ben dreamed of getting his Masters, I applied with him because Ben gives me confidence... but my mind was telling my I w

Recently, I traded in my iPad and PC laptop for a new iPad Pro- keyboard, pencil and all. I’m not using it to it’s full extent yet but last night after Izzy went to bed I decided to try colouring. I have always wanted to get into the adult colouring book fad and I enjoy drawing and painting so having all the tools I need on a tablet seemed almost too easy not to finally give it a go. It reminded me of my childhood. I have a few good colouring stories. When I was young, maybe

I thought I would return home to a husband crying in relief that I was back from my 2.5 hour hair appointment. It’s the longest I’ve left him and Izzy at home. With a head full of hair dye, I had imagined that Izzy was crying inconsolably, the dog was piddling all over the floor cause she hadn’t been let out in hours and the house was three times messier than when I left. I imagined my partner would sink into our armchair the second I came home as I took Izzy from him to feed