*(Was Mildly Interesting) ... I've realised that waking up to the sound of a human voice - unless it's someone screaming 'The house is on fire!' - is far preferable to waking up to an iPhone alarm (yes, even Slow Rise). I've realised that it is possible to switch off from the internet, especially if you keep your iPhone in another room and you're a bit lazy.
I'd just turned seventeen when I discovered that I was emetophobic. Sitting, bored, at the GP's, flicking through a magazine when all of a sudden there it was - a phobia I'd been suffering from for as long as I could remember but had never found the words, or the courage, to articulate.
This is a call for authentic listening. Instead of verbalising that emotion, be quiet. Listen to it. See what fears and foes lurk beneath what you're feeling. It's about listening to oneself and one's own emotional state and then being wholly responsible for it.
Caitlin Moran and I are from the generation that normalised binge drinking and now women are paying the price. We bought a lie and now it's time to get honest.
My Google Chrome has a permanent conga line of dormant tabs open for potential reads, until some of them disappear past the arrow of no return and I eventually 'x' them out of existence. This barrage of information, lying next to me, puts the mind in overdrive.
These women may run major companies, but their bodies don't know that. In fact, none of ours do. It is a machine that works in the same way that every other human's does, give or take a few things. Subject them to lack of sleep, too much stress and they will respond in exactly the same way: breakdown.
In the last few years, we have seen a growing trend towards minimal decoration and David Cameron's 'less is more' focus, enforced particularly during ...
When it came to race day I wanted to be sick when I came out of the water, the lake was green with algae, I got kicked, it was pouring with rain, I ran with wet socks, got shouted at by marshals, and on the run I was so fatigued I felt like I actually might die. However, as the saying goes 'It's the hard that makes it great'.
Have you ever worked in a business that looked professional and successful on the outside, but turned out to be dysfunctional on the inside? Maybe there was a destructive culture of office politics and complaining. Maybe the company simply didn't care about its people, or it was a chaotic, high-stress workplace, with low morale and high burn out.
How do you explain when others are able to achieve great things that seem to defy all the assumptions? Some people are better placed, much smarter, more academic, wittier, more connected, yet don't succeed...
London life is tough on the face. Between the city grime, the long, sunless winters, and that constant black film Tube commutes cause, your skin will inevitably go through periods of dull, congested blah-ness.
Following on from my research-based article earlier this week on whether organic food is actually better for our health - this blog offers advice on seeking out alternatives if organic choices don't fit the budget.
I've been 25 for one month and one day and already I am quite sure it is the worst age ever. Don't believe me? Take a look at these 25 highly valid reasons why. Yup, that's one for every sorry year of your life...
The number on the scale or on the tag on my dress does not define who I am as a woman. I have worked with many women for whom the number on the scale dictates not only their mood for the day but how they feel about themselves as women, wives, girlfriends, mothers etc etc.
Living as I do at the side of a river and with many beautiful lakes in the area I have no shortage of inspiration. Painting in oils is my preferred medium although I must admit oil painting can get a bit messy at times! I often work as a motivational speaker aboard cruise ships enabling me to travel the world, but always carry a sketchpad and paints in my luggage.
Whether it's that perpetual pile of clothes in the corner you're waiting to someday turn into gold, a self-proclaimed disability which renders you unable to refrain from interrupting, or a knack for timing your exit just so, so that someone else is continually left to do the washing up, now's the time to extinguish these habits before they turn into next year's resolutions.