Category: Article

  • Transferable Skills

    Transferable Skills

    30 is the benchmark isn’t it? As a child, I feel like it’s universally accepted that by 30 you’ll have your life together. In fact, that idea remains pretty prevalent in your mind until one day, all of a sudden, you’re a stone’s throw away from it, you look around the attic/bedroom you’re living in…

  • Overfed & Starving

    Overfed & Starving

    I recently bought some houseplants to liven my living space up a bit. It’s the natural progression of an unnatural life – take plants from all over the world, put them in little plastic tubs and litter them around your manufactured man-cave.  Still, I like ‘em. Three of the five found a home together outside,…

  • Enough

    Enough

    “That’s enough!”  I often heard this in my childhood, shouted from somewhere across the house by my exasperated Mum or Nan, pushed to the limits of their patience by mine and my cousins’ shenanigans. Bickering amongst ourselves. Little egos vying for shreds of recognition from one another.  See me! Value me! In a group full…

  • The Truth

    The Truth

    Not long ago, I read an article about a process called sensory gating. Which claims that we naturally filter out redundant or unnecessary stimuli, as a means of stopping an overload of irrelevant information in the higher cortical centers of the brain. The point of this is to allow us a basic understanding of our…

  • Giving up alcohol and losing your identity

    Giving up alcohol and losing your identity

    I started drinking when I was 12 years old.  I mean don’t get me wrong it was never a problem, it wasn’t like I was drinking every day. I just sometimes had blackouts. And then those sometimes became fairly often, but between those times it was generally fine so, I can’t say I ever had…

  • Through Someone Else’s Eyes

    Through Someone Else’s Eyes

    On a mountainous road in southern Serbia between Leskovac and Vranje, I saw myself through someone else’s eyes.  We’d been cycling up the hills for hours at a snail’s pace, each dragging our own baggage along behind us. I’d been haemorrhaging money from before we’d even left, and my fragile eggshell ego had been shattered…