Clouds are nostalgic

I often stare at the sky. I take an excessive amount of photos of clouds, sunrises, sunsets (and cats too). There’s something about how the clouds fill the sky, it reminds me of being a child. Naive and full of wonder. Clouds that billow high up into the air, or clouds that dot the sky,… Continue reading Clouds are nostalgic

A tourist in my own life

My older brother is reading Harry Potter for the first time. I was insanely jealous and proud when he told me he’d picked them up for a bit of light reading. Jealous because I remember what it was like to read them for the first time, and I’ll never get to do that again. Proud because well,… Continue reading A tourist in my own life

The Atlantic

I’ve never experienced anything like the coast of Ireland and the smell of the Atlantic. Water so cold and unrelenting, yet lovely. Enchanting. I sat in the cold wind, bundled from head to toe in layers, staring out into the sea from my perch on the Seapoint Promenade in Salt Hill, Galway.  I took in everything around… Continue reading The Atlantic

You may not have cake

Word prompt: Deprive: To deny (a person or place) the possession or use of something. I’ve struggled with food, body image, and restriction for most of my conscious life. As far back as I can remember, I have felt that my body is bad, that food is bad, and that to deprive myself of the things… Continue reading You may not have cake

Struggle to be

No one likes to struggle. Well, no one I’m familiar with anyway. Struggling is hard. It is uncomfortable. It means things are difficult, and possibly painful. It means sadness, melancholy, it means the darker side of life. It paints a cloudy picture of various shades of gray, where life loses passion, vibrancy and color, and… Continue reading Struggle to be

What even are goals?

It’s a funny thing, I set so many goals. Meditate every day Write every day Work out 5 times a week Do yoga Cook more Read a book for fun And then this is what happens: I meditate for 7 minutes and think about all the shit I have to do I leave for work… Continue reading What even are goals?