Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
Tying up my loose ends… 🧶 I’ve been frantically crafting for a couple years now. I picked up these hobbies in 2022 when my home life was evolving and causing a lot of internal chaos. Instinctively, when my environment is unpredictable I reach for something smaller to visit a sense of order onto. I crocheted almost every evening in 2023 in a sort of trancelike state. 😵💫 This year I haven’t felt such a compulsion to crochet the world 🌈 My home is calm and not throwing constant curveballs in my direction – hooray! But I am undisciplined in finishing my projects. I start them, get excited by a new ball of a yarn, a fancy stitch, a big idea… then my curiosity strays. I hate the bit when you finish a pattern and you have to sit there for an hour and weave in all the loose ends. You’re so nearly finished but there’s one more boring bit! ☝🏻Most of my creations lately sit around unfinished and abandoned in favour of the latest life changing idea. But I need to stay with the boring bit and see my visions through. This is obviously a metaphor for the rest of my life 🤷🏻♀️ I’m in an awkward place career wise. I need to work much harder at my writing ✍️ I have to let go of some not-for-me projects and cut those cords ✂️ I have loose ends to tie up all over my life. I need to commit to the boring bit for some time. Not get seduced by other people’s journeys, the treacherous suspicion that there’s something more valuable out there then what’s in front of me. Anyway here is a visual representation of the many ways I’ve been splitting my focus through the multiple craft projects I started and abandoned 🧶 I’m going to go away and turn these into these into actual things… and get back to my writing.
🌷 March bits n bobs🌷 – Got to experience the beautiful city of Porto 🇵🇹 I’ve been twice to Portugal in the past year and I just LOVE IT. The Portuguese are only here for DEEP spiritual conversations!! Thank you for those! ❤️🔥 Walked all over the city in my leopard print @veerahofficial shoes and my feet didn’t hurt once. Oh but my calves did, turns out it is a city of literal slippery slopes 🙃 Found a fab vegan bakery @odetebakery and stocked up on pastries. I am not a fan of the disorientation of traveling but finding the local vegan spots in a new city centres me. – Watched the very disturbing documentary Pignorant by @joey_carbstrong You can watch it on Amazon prime. I have nothing but respect and awe for dedicated activists like @joey_carbstrong & @tarionp . They pay such a huge price to shed light on the darkest places for animals. That society largely accepts gassing pigs as humane is insanity, that footage showed some of the most violent scenes I’ve ever watched. – Speaking of activists who pay a high price to tell the truth, I watched the new documentary @christspiracy by Kip Anderson and Kameron Waters. The film was a fascinating exploration of religious teachings on humanity’s relationship with animals. My favourite thing about it was the sheer wealth of spiritual perspectives. So many diverse interpretations of what it is to live an ethical life. It was also extremely funny to be in a roomful of vegans listening to Buddhists explain that buying dead animals is grand as long as you didn’t kill them bb… unanimous chortling and even some hysterical shrieking. But it was a reminder to leave the bubble more. Styled by @bertie_ts Ty Mithridate for the dress and @retrochicitaly for the earrings! And my 🌽 bag by @miomojo_italia – Moments of pure beauty! I want to cry when I look at that picture with 🧑🏼🌾 & 🐶 in the sunlight 🥹 I’m on the road/in the skies a lot in April ✈️ anxious but am going to use the opportunity to get out there and meet people!! 🌞 🌎 Then I’m going to squirrel myself away for the summer and write like a madwoman ✍️😡 Anywayyy, looking forward to seeing some of you this weekend for @supanovaexpo 🇦🇺 😘
Thank you for the birthday wishes! ♥️🥲🙏🏻 Thank you to the people, animals, places and things that give my daily life meaning. Especially the people 💞 That very much includes my followers and Substack community who have encouraged and inspired me to keep dreaming & creating on days it feels meaningless. I promise to show up for you more this coming year 📃 🎭❤️🔥 Special thanks also to my hair for hanging on to my head despite the ravages I have put you through this year lol. I would recommend wigs instead for fellow moody bitches. 💁🏼♀️
Thank you for the birthday wishes! ♥️🥲🙏🏻 Thank you to the people, animals, places and things that give my daily life meaning. Especially the people 💞 That very much includes my followers and Substack community who have encouraged and inspired me to keep dreaming & creating on days it feels meaningless. I promise to show up for you more this coming year 📃 🎭❤️🔥 Special thanks also to my hair for hanging on to my head despite the ravages I have put you through this year lol. I would recommend wigs instead for fellow moody bitches. 💁🏼♀️
Thank you for the birthday wishes! ♥️🥲🙏🏻 Thank you to the people, animals, places and things that give my daily life meaning. Especially the people 💞 That very much includes my followers and Substack community who have encouraged and inspired me to keep dreaming & creating on days it feels meaningless. I promise to show up for you more this coming year 📃 🎭❤️🔥 Special thanks also to my hair for hanging on to my head despite the ravages I have put you through this year lol. I would recommend wigs instead for fellow moody bitches. 💁🏼♀️
Working on my ‘tornado spin’ lately 🌪️ I love spinning. There’s a moment in spinning that I just l liiiiive for – when the spin is going soooo fast and feels wild but your body finds the point of stillness amidst the chaos and you hold yourself there. If you move a muscle all the control is gone. You have to hold the tension between chaos & control. When I find that sweet spot between the energies – YES! HI! I’m alive!! 🤩 As for dizziness, like anything, the more you do it, the more your body adapts and accepts it. Funnily enough it’s only the moment you look up out at the room beyond the hoop and try to slow down and re-align yourself to the pace of the wider world again that the dizziness sets in. As long as you stay in the bubble created by the spin, you don’t get dizzy. Something in that… I’m in Australia at the moment for conventions living that suitcase life which is faaaabulous on one level, but I’m remembering how much I need dance & movement everyday for happiness. When I stop dancing my connection to my body weakens and it feels like a stranger again. I had a vivid dream in which I told my bf I’m moving out to live in a commune with all my hoop teachers lol. I woke up feeling full of… conflict. I probably won’t do that but I feel the pull towards… more hoop 🤔 Thank you for the space @ultimatepoleuk I love this song by @lennonstella to spin to ♥️
Toutes directions! 🪧 ⁉️ I stumbled upon this sign in Metz, France, at the weekend and it made me feel weirdly giddy. “All directions?? ALL directions?? How can anyone interpret such a broad instruction? POINTLESS! Here, take a pic!” I’ve been making absolute decisions lately about what direction to take and the way forward feels clear finally. Making decisions is something I avoid, I’d rather sit at the crossroads and contemplate all options through imagination infinitely, kid myself that in so doing I can pause time and avoid the consequences of making any mistakes. Remain innocent. Let someone else drag me a ways down their path, so the burden of choice is on them. Always looking for the adults in the room is a behaviour I need to shake off. With no sense of direction, a sign that promotes an infinite multitude of choices is quite a paralysing sight. A month ago I probably would have walked up to this sign and kicked it, its provocation too stressful. Here, you can go any direction, ALLS direction, so decide, child!!! But since I’ve been starting to take the steering wheel of my life again a sign like this fills me with hope and excitement for the creative potential ahead. The road leads towards all directions, but if you know where you’re going, it’s not so dizzying. Merci beaucoup Metz for the spiritual growth and to everyone at MetzTorii for the kindness, warmth and fun!! Thanks also for indulging my increasingly crappy grasp of the beautiful French language 😭 (I am back on duolingo now 🦉) J’adore la France but you knew that already 🇫🇷 I’ve come to the end of my quite intense period of globe trotting and meeting people and am feeling very loved, supported and grateful. Went to Porto, Melbourne, Gold Coast, Basingstoke and Metz in the past 2 months and learned so much from each. I’m going to take a break from public events for a while to restructure my life so I can do nothing but write ✍️ Toutes directions, on y va! 🌠🏞️🛤️🏔️
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
“All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage. Remember, when we were on our way here, to this city, the trees traveling past the windows of our railroad car?” From ‘Gods’ by Vladimir Nabokov 🌳 🌳 🌴 🌲 📖 Melbourne, aka the city of majestic trees and rainbow birds and perfect coffee 👌🏻 ☕️ 😍 It seemed like a regular fast-paced bustling city until we stepped into the Royal Botanic Gardens and found the pure ancient magic of the trees 😭 I swear ancient trees are a type of God, their presence just makes me feel small, humble and foolish… Thank you so much to @supanovaexpo for having me here and the fans for your warmth! See you guys tomorrow on the Gold Coast 👋🏻 🌊
Pablo by the pond 🌳 I’m finding the process of watching the tadpoles evolve very inspiring in unexpected ways. I can’t get over how long their evolution into frogs takes! When they arrived I expected it would be: week 1: tadpoles, week 2: legs, week 3: leaping off lily pads, week 4: to the moon! 🚀 But actually it has been weeks and weeks of them just swimming as tadpoles munching their way through the pond. They eat and eat with barely perceptible changes to their shape. I grow impatient with them. ‘Hurry up and be frogs already’ 😕 But it’s reminding me how slow and arduous the process of growth is. It’s day upon day of consistent munching, resting, repeating. You trust the process even on days when the work bears no tangible fruit. I get bored and ignore them for a few days, then come back and feel gratified by the small visible changes. If the tadpoles listened to my inner monologue they’d have given up long ago and withered away to the bottom of the pond. The creative process is the same of course. I have had to make my life SO boring in order to make any progress with my book. I’ve quit almost everything that distracts me from it. I get so frustrated on days when I’ve worked hard and yet seem to have made no progress, or indeed have taken a step backwards. But, as the tadpoles remind me, the human eye is not sophisticated enough to perceive some of the most profound internal growth. Just show up and do your munching/writing. The thing I’m finding most difficult about writing is the life stuff in between. I love being in the creative vortex but when the day ends and I have to do all the boring admin of keeping myself alive, it takes me out of it again. I have to shower AGAIN??? That took me a flipping hour yesterday. All this cooking, going for walks, messaging people back. I wish I could take a couple weeks and bank up sleep and food so I could fully surrender to fantasyland and stay in the world of the book. Writing a book is like living two lives and the real life one costs far too much energy. But it is teaching me patience and discipline, and when I forget, the tadpoles are still there doing their thing. 🪷
What is the story of a song that changed your life? On 2nd July you get to hear the answer to that question from 5 incredible speakers. Join us @wiltonsmusichall 7.30 – ticket link in bio
