Downspiral – Day Three

Down Spiral day three

They say that you should start your day with a mantra and it should reflect the goals you have in mind. For example, if you want to make a lot of money, you would say something like, “I am successful.” Or, if you are battling self-esteem issues, you should greet the day by saying, “I am worthy and I am loved.” What they don’t warn you about is the fact that if you sleep deeply enough, you will forget all of this. You sleep in and then greet the morning with a certain level of amnesia that has you believing that The Sandman spent the night tea-bagging your eyeballs so violently that a few brain cells were knocked into another dimension. If there is one thing which will guarantee a good night’s sleep, it’s a good shag at bedtime. Although, I’m pretty sure that a head injury and some hard core pain killers will do the job too, but let’s not bruise my husband’s ego with that fun fact. Whatever it was, I was plunged into a dreamless sleep, cocooned in darkness that brought peace to the depths of my soul. I had been held deeply by the comfort of my unconsciousness (and my duvet) to the point I had slept through my alarm. Again.

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Downspiral – Day Two

Downspiral Day two

When did my second day of this challenge start? Did it start at midnight? Or did it start when I woke up in the morning? If it was the former, I had started day two on the loo while begging to whatever deity was listening to spare me. Drinking all of that water throughout the day had resulted in a lot of trapped wind and discomfort. I had cancelled the 5 am alarm when Terry had put me to bed just after 1 am with a hot water bottle. There was no way I was getting up at 5 am. I had hoped to get to 9 am before I had to deal with my little darlings but we all know that parenting rarely works this way. Shortly after 7 am, I was woken with an elbow to my stomach.

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Downspiral – Day Dot

Downspiral Day Dot

White sand was between my toes as I dangled my foot off the side of the sun lounger. A gentle tan covered my legs, torso, and other places that were hidden by my white bikini.

“God, you are beautiful, Jo.”

Chris Evans really did look good in a pair of swimming trunks. The cocktails he was carrying dripped with condensation, tracing water lines down his hands.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied, a coy smile slipped across my face. I could only hope that my sunglasses covered the mischief in my own eyes. He put the cocktails down as he sat beside me and began tracing a cold finger up my leg. As he reached my inner thigh, he stopped. With mischief in his own eyes, he stretched, flexing his muscles and giving me that boyish grin that is known around the world.

“Tease.”

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Who is knocking at the door? Short story

Who is knocking at the door? Short story

The wind lashed the rain across the windscreen. If it came down any harder, the wipers would not be able to keep up. The road was a blur in front of Kara. These were not the type of conditions that anyone wanted to leave home for. Only the desperate would choose to drive through a rainfall like this. And it was just rain. No rumbles of thunder, no flashes of lightning. 

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anonymous || #MeToo

anonymous || #MeToo

It’s not very often someone reaches out to me and asks me to share their story. When an email hits my inbox, asking me to share some information, it’s normally a PR or SEO outreach company thinking that they can sneak a link to a website under my nose. This is not one of those times. This post was sent to me by a survivor of sexual assault who has asked to remain anonymous after the legal system failed them. This is their story.

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Big Brother is watching on Social Media

CT Editorial- Big Brother is watching on social media

This was one of my first published pieces in a real life newspaper about employers watching us on social media.

You can imagine my delight when the editor of this very paper emailed me. I was going to write for a paper. I had a place to showcase my writing talents. The initial buzz of excitement disappeared when I realised, to my horror, I had added the editor as a friend on Facebook.

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Working Mothers || Should I work from home?

sick children working parents

Anyone who has kids knows anything can happen. What was once a beloved food can change into a plate of doom overnight. Kids are amazing, unpredictable and get sick. Children can get sick a lot which leads every working mother to the same dilemma- what do you do when your little bundle of joy is sick? Should you take time off to look after them, or leave them with someone trusted while you go and earn some money to keep the roof over their heads?

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