If you’re reading this—congratulations! You’ve stumbled upon yet another blog in the vast, unpredictable jungle of the internet. But this isn’t just any blog. No, this is my blog. And, like many of my brilliantly ambitious ideas, there’s a strong chance it won’t make it past three posts.
Why? Because I have a well-documented habit of starting things and not finishing them. Crafting projects, fitness plans, that book on mindfulness I swore I’d read three years ago—my life is a carefully curated museum of half-finished dreams. But this time, I’m determined. Because unlike my failed attempts at bullet journaling (which ironically required too much organisation), this blog serves a real purpose: to channel the absolute chaos of my daily life into words.
The Chaos in Question
Let me paint you a picture. I’m a mum of boys, which means my house operates in a constant state of noise, mess, and a mountain of laundry.
The soundtrack of my life is a chaotic blend of Fortnite emotes, dinosaur roars, and someone shouting “MUMMY!” for the tenth time in five minutes.
On top of that, I work full-time with a 50-mile round commute and volunteer as an Age Group Manager for my son’s rugby team. So, my daily routine is a caffeinated tornado of 5 a.m. starts, school pick-ups, meal-time negotiations, and an ongoing detective mission called “Where did you put your scrum cap and gum shield?!”
And while I adore my family (and the delightful hurricane that comes with them), I also need an outlet—somewhere to unload the mental clutter and quiet the army of rogue squirrels running laps in my brain. Because if I don’t? Well, there’s a strong possibility I’ll spontaneously combust.
A Passionate (and Overthinking) Mind
I’ve always been someone with a million interests. One day, I’m deep-diving into the horrors of ultra-processed food; the next, I’m researching how to become a digital nomad (despite the fact that I get motion sickness on long car rides). I can hyper-fixate on something for hours, get wildly excited about it, and then… immediately abandon it when my brain spots a new, shinier distraction.
The one thing that’s remained constant? My love of words. Even when my anxiety turns social gatherings into something resembling The Hunger Games, writing has always been my safe space. Small talk? Torture. Deep, philosophical conversations about life, the universe, and whether we’re all just Sims controlled by a sleep-deprived alien? Sign me up. But since I’ve been told oversharing with strangers at parties is “socially inappropriate,” I figured a blog might be a safer place to spill my thoughts.
So… What’s This Blog Actually About?
Great question. And if you figure it out, please let me know.
What I do know is that it will be a chaotic mix of motherhood, mental health, overanalyzed life musings, and whatever else my brain fixates on that day. It will be messy, a little unfiltered, and full of half-finished ideas—but honestly? That’s just me in blog form.
So, if you’ve ever felt overwhelmed by life, struggled with anxiety, or just enjoy a good, slightly unhinged ramble—welcome! Let’s embrace the chaos together.
Now, let’s see if I make it to post number two.
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