I am all too familiar with such a feeling. Often wondering what else to say in a conversation that has naturally come to an end. I'd always felt that a cure for social awkwardness didn't exist and that in time my confidence would simply turn into arrogance and I wouldn't give a monkeys what people thought of me.
I had my leg shaving kit poised. New blades, new foam, even borrowed some moisturizer from the missus. I will have the legs of a pro -cyclist. Until that fatefull Sunday ride and subsequent lunch. If lightening strikes, then I'm waiting for the third bolt. So much so, I actually bottled out of a thunderstorm ride yesterday. You can never be too sure in the thunder, can you?
It's traditional to wait for a guy to make the first move. Why is that, exactly? We are running corporations, being treated as equals, and taking the world by storm. Why does that have to be any different in the dating realm? Millennials and technology have reinvented the dating game, and the old traditions don't hold up like they used to.
Many of the events that occurred in the early weeks of our new life are a blur that I can barely remember. However, I can vividly recall the amount of energy that surviving them consumed and the overwhelming tiredness that resulted (and lasted for about nine weeks). The simplest of tasks seemed almost unmanageable, exhausting and strangely scary.
On Tuesday evening at Bafta in London, nearly 300 women - and a 'few good men' - gathered to discuss how we redefine success in the 21st Century. Hosted by myself and Arianna Huffington, HuffPost UK's inaugural women's conference addressed an issue facing both women and men across the globe: how do we strive for success in a world where money and power are the only metrics of success, and yet those metrics are to the detriment of so much else human beings hold as important. Where is the place for wellbeing, for giving back, for mindfulness, for health and happiness?
If it's the 'corporate grind' that's causing the problem, now may be the moment to break away completely and create your own opportunity, setting up a business that allows you to follow your true dreams and aspirations. After all, it's pursuing a passion that will drive you forward and give you the extra push that's needed when the going gets tough.
For those of us with unrequited wanderlust in our hearts, a major barrier to frequent, consistent travel is, quite simply, lack of time. Many people wonder how they can travel while working a full-time job and juggling their daily responsibilities. After all, isn't travel only for the privileged few with loads of leisure time? Wrong!
Parents can despair when they hear their seven-year old daughter complaining about feeling fat, or see their teenager struggle with insecurity about her looks. Young girls in particular are constantly bombarded with unrealistic images of beauty - images they can never live up to. The images of beauty we see in the media are all pretty much the same - it's as if there's only one way of being beautiful. I'd like to see a much broader mix of people in magazines and on TV, to help young people of every size, body shape and skin tone feel that there is a place for them.
It is perhaps no wonder that I often read comments from younger people vehemently arguing against getting older. They don't want to lose their money, independence, purpose or standard of living, nor do they want to need care or be the recipient of poor care. For all of us who possess youth rather than experience the time to change this culture is now.
One suggestion that has picked up momentum is the suggestion that Twitter create a more visible and streamlined 'report abuse' system - in fact, this has become the subject of a growing petition. Whilst I can understand the sincere urge for something to change to stop this horrible abuse, this option in particular does seem as though it could have some unintended consequences.
Don't get me wrong - I'm not a republican - more like an agnostic. But I think there's a very clear difference between liking the monarchy and pinning our hopes on them to effect change where it matters - down in the grassroots, in between the school run, long working hours and gender equality. Kate seems like a nice girl and all, but there's no point hoping that she'll do anything for us or feminism.
The thing that makes me sad is the despair and fear I see in my own eyes and body language. Sometimes I think I look exactly like what I am: a 35 year old woman who did not survive an abusive relationship. The thought of being found sexually attractive fills me with horror and the sheer terror that I might be set up to be knocked down again.