When she’s not busy snacking, that is. And sometimes during. — Honestly, I tend not to reference myself in the third person — as though I am some omnipresent narrator observing myself from a faux leather recliner somewhere, a bowl of sweet and salty popcorn perched in my lap. To me, that would be like commentating the life of a parallel…

No seriously. Don’t make me beg. — I’ve got a Physics with Astrophysics degree, which is, by and large, just maths written in galaxy print. And what is maths if not accountancy? Accounting technicians? Accountant managers? YET SOMEHOW, I STIL CANNOT KEEP MYSELF ACCOUNTABLE. Okay. Yeah. That was a super long-winded, rather niche way of me, a…

Backed by science and a guy from YouTube — Picture this. It’s 8:32 pm on a bank holiday Monday, the first of the year, and I am sprawled out at an angle not too dissimilar to the Earth’s axial tilt, a blanket with stars printed on is draped over my knees like the night sky has been embroidered into…

The one quote to rule them all — Mel Robbins. Tony Robbins. Einstein. James Clear. Brianna Wiest. Tim Ferriss. Mahatma Gandhi. Dale Carnegie. Stephenie Meyer. Jesus. These are all supremely quotable people. So much so, I’m beginning to think they’re not actually “people” but instead an amalgamation of their best quotes in a trench coat. We frickin’ love…

An intro to The Lunatic’s Day method — Around 100 million years ago, during the beginnings of the moon, a day on Earth was only 5 hours long. How do I know that? …

And 1 thing that they are — How many conversations have you had with yourself, agonising over the conversation you just had with somebody else? “I shouldn’t have said that! Did that make me look weird? Was I being too loud, too obnoxious, too irritating? Did I ask too many questions? Am I doing it again? …

11, if you count reading this as one — Quite morbid isn’t it? The new year? The countdown from 10 like the final seconds of an inmate on death row. Sure, the new year is the birth of the new you, but by rights that means it’s also the death of the old you. Times Square is a graveyard…

This is for the stressy folk — the human folk — You’ve got the dentist at 2:30pm tomorrow. A meeting with your boss next Tuesday at 11. Your last archaeology exam is next week. And today, you’re presenting a pitch to 6 people you’ve never met before. Your body is 60% water and 112% worry, so no wonder you’re sweating most…

We all want our space — but THIS space we NEED — My uncle died on May 14th of this year. It’s been exactly half a year having lost somebody I’ll love for my whole life and honestly, I don’t think it will ever feel real. You never accept it. You never truly believe that you won’t see them again in this…