If you’re anything like me, Mondays are tricky. They hold both the “blues” of “Monday-blues”, but also the ever-refreshing promise of a fresh start. Same logic applies for the first day of the month (or year), the first day of a new job or even a new exercise program. A number of my favourite things.

And now, dear reader, we find ourselves at the beginning of 2023. We are post-pandemic, post-crisis, (mid-?) recession, and now comfortably in the middle stages of life (recently 30, I am starting to believe I am finally a grownup). Over the last two years there have been so many “firsts”, that for a long while there I became entirely disillusioned with the word, and longed for some stability. A bit of repetitiveness. A bit of predictability. There was the first lock down. The first breakup. The first “first date after the breakup”. The first bout of COVID (three more affectations would follow), and the “first” night in my new house, about 5 times, as I moved house multiple times between 2020 and 2022.

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, firstly, thank you for your patience. This was a website started from my passion for writing, but over the last few years of trials and tribulations, it fell by the wayside as I focused on the maintenance of my mental health and general wellbeing. Over the coming months, I will hopefully be able to share some of those experiences with you, with respect to the people and services that have been of assistance to me.

I hope that you enjoy the ride. I’ve missed you. x