I spent time deliberating over the title of this post. This may not sound particularly note-worthy but as it neatly sums up the main vein running through this article I thought I’d make reference to it. I’ve just moved into a new flat. It’s absolutely beautiful and I have found myself tonight slightly mesmorised by…… Continue reading New beginning
It’s been really long time since I’ve written regularly on Word-Press. I started a new job at the beginning of April and it’s been putting me through my paces, mentally and emotionally, and consequently I haven’t had the time or energy to focus upon anything else. I’m working for a homeless charity called St Mungo’s,…… Continue reading Update- I’m still here, haven’t been banged up yet.
I got back from Amsterdam last night; I got my to my flat at around 20:30, threw my bag on the floor, my keys on the side table and lay myself down on the sofa. I woke up around 2am, downed two pint glasses of water and finally crawled into bed. It was my good…… Continue reading Lost in Amsterdam: The Hen-party
In the last two weeks I have cut down my e-cigarette usage by 75%. GO me. I’ve been wanting to do this for years, but haven’t been able to because my e-cigarette is a trusted and highly effective emotional crutch for me. I have been leaning on it for about five years now, and although…… Continue reading Acknowledging a reduction in nicotine..
I woke up this morning on a new mattress. I ordered it just before Christmas, it arrived on Wednesday afternoon and the last three night’s sleep have been blissful. I wasn’t sure whether I’d notice a difference in the morning straight away; my last mattress was eleven years old and had cost about £150 when…… Continue reading The times, they are a’changing..
Pursuing my dreams often causes me a headache, and yet the idea of not pursuing the things I can imagine seems infinitely more painful. The proverbial rock and hard-place. I am stuck between the looming rock-face I wish to scale, and the hard place behind me which is a hard, flat desert of inactivity. I spend…… Continue reading The tiring nature of pursuing ones dreams
I think the correct name for this venue is actually now The O2 Brixton, but I will forever call it Brixton Academy because that was what it was called when I used to go their regularly for gigs back in the early early noughties. It’s my favourite venue for live music. The Academy holds about…… Continue reading A bittersweet gig- Incubus at the Brixton Academy
I had such a good night last night, I thought I’d record it today because it would help to keep the memory bright and vivid in my memory. I have been working part time for the last four months and so, because of a significantly reduced wage package, haven’t been out much in the last…… Continue reading A check-in, and a much needed night out in London town
In learning how deeply entrenched and rigid my own ideas of support work and Social Work were, I came to accept that there are other ways of approaching these roles, and other ways to approach the task of helping a client reach independence and higher levels of resilience. I also came to accept that when…… Continue reading Nine months as a Support Worker, and a fairly steep learning curve (part 4)
Today is the last day of my first ever contract of employment. At my age, you might be wondering- wow, you were lucky enough to find a stable, secure position which you actually enjoyed enough to stay in for what, ten years?! Well the answer to that is no- I’m 33, this has been my…… Continue reading Sunny contemplations, from the office