Returning to my roots...
It’s been a long time since I have blogged, but after a series of changes, flips and turns I find myself in a space where I need my mind to be free and I need to be creative with my words. If not as a hobby, then to keep me sane. Returning to the reason I created my blog in the first place- I called it ‘a place to store my ramblings’ and that’s what I intend to do. So rather than diving in and doing some kind of ‘I’ve been great...’, ‘I live here...’, ‘I work here...’ speech, I thought I’d start with a reflection. I’m searching for who I am, what I want, what I need to achieve and sometimes, the best way to find that is to think about where it all started. So that’s what I shall do. Let’s start from the beginning. I’ll take you on a journey through my childhood. I was born on October 12th 1991. I had thick dark hair and was born with big brown eyes after putting my mother through a horrendous labour. At the time my mum was a skinny punk goddess, with cropped hair a
