Tag: life

  • Eat, Pray, Deactivate

    Eat, Pray, Deactivate

    Hello hello! I’m back. Again. I missed you. Again. So a few weeks ago something happened that I really wanted to write about here, one of those moments where life gives you a little nudge and says, “Write this down, silly.” But I was drowning in deadlines. Drenched in unread emails, unfinished drafts, and that…

  • You’ve Got Text

    You’ve Got Text

    Hello, hello.  Welcome back to Full Fat Blah.  Where we don’t do small talk, we do small breakdowns. Where the feelings are either 0 or 100. I’m glad you’re here.  So. Something happened today. Nothing dramatic. No car crashes. No life altering news. Just a single text. Seven words. And that’s it. But I swear…

  • Bridget Jones’s Empty Calendar

    Bridget Jones’s Empty Calendar

    Hello hello!How are you, my sweet ghostly friends? (Blink once if you’re thriving, twice if you’re mildly feral.) Did you miss me? Because I missed you.  A lot actually. But I’m happy to say, this time, my excuse for being away isn’t one of the “ohh I was too busy!” or “I didn’t have time!”…

  • Can’t Touch This

    Can’t Touch This

    Hello and welcome back! I am writing this blog post from an office. Not my office. A French office. I’ve been working on a project with a French company from home, but this week they flew me out to Paris to wrap a few things up in person. And for some reason, that means I…

  • Mamma Mia, Here I Grow Again!

    Mamma Mia, Here I Grow Again!

    Hello, hello! Remember me, my dearests? It’s been a while since I sat here and spilled my thoughts. It feels like a part of me was on hold… or maybe not on hold, exactly. For two years, this blog was my hyper-alert observer. It kept track of how I moved through life— how I reacted…

  • Lady Blahdown

    Lady Blahdown

    Dearest Gentle Readers, (in true Lady Whistledown fashion) I have been gone a month—a fact for which I had no valid excuse. (head down). I tried, I did. I opened my laptop, jotted down a few thoughts here and there, but never felt quite satisfied enough to publish. Admittedly, I encountered a sort of writer’s…