When you don’t know what to do, do nothing. Just carry on. If your situation is not terrible but is making you unhappy and unfulfilled, keep on doing it and resolve to find another way. We often get so wound up with our lives and their situations that we make rash and impulsive decisions. We leave people. We quit jobs. Only to realise we should have thought about it more first. We give up on what we are doing because we decide it is no longer serving us.

Is hard. I was supposed to be meeting friend today. A friend who is dear to me but has neediness issues. I was not in the mood. All I wanted, needed, was to have a day to myself. A day to visit bookshops and read in bed with no plan…

It’s impossible to regret sober time. A year, six months, a week. Nobody thinks back and says geez I wish I spent that time drinking or getting high. After a relapse you realise how valuable that time is. You wish it back so bad. I don’t think I’ve ever valued…

I’m unsure whether or not it’s the placebo effect but it is making its mark on my appearance. It is called ‘The Ordinary Hyaluronic Acid 2% + B5’ and it is only £7 or $10. Crazy for what it’s worth. It is super hydrating and you can also put it…

This is a question we should constantly ask ourselves. There is no right or wrong answer. No one has more of a right to be here than anyone else. You may be here for the money or the fame. Perhaps it is to become a better writer. One thing is certain. The more you write the more you improve. If you wrote a 500-word article every day for a year or even six months, you would be a better writer. Before you begin to write, work out why. Your why will take you to your how.

To fail? To look stupid? To publish crap writing? The joy of life directly correlates to how much you have gotten over yourself. We hold ourselves back for fear of looking stupid only to realise that we are even more stupid for not trying. What story are you telling yourself right now? What ‘must’ are you intoxicated by. I must be smart always. I must never make mistakes. I must be a fucking robot and act perfectly at all times.

I have written an article for Medium for close to a year. I have written and published every day without fail. A fantastic streak for me. I’ve never done anything this consistent in my whole life and the gains have been tremendous. Yesterday, for some reason I got distracted and I did not publish the article I wrote. My heart skipped a beat and my brain started thinking its terrible thoughts. I missed a day. I failed to publish my daily post and my nearly year-long streak is finished. Over.