The festivities of the 75th VE Day turned out to be the surprise pick-me-up that we didn’t know we needed during lockdown until Britain came together with our trademark stiff upper lips & quintessential English street parties of togetherness.
Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
The Grace, Gratitude, Grit journal is the most uplifting combination of inspiring reading material & reflective writing space featuring guidance from author Leanne Brown to be a wife, a mother & an all round kickass achiever.
It sounds as patronising as being in a bout of depression & being told to “cheer up” but this one is actually achievable. And you don’t even have to write lists or talk to yourself in the mirror.
I’ve put together the things, people & places that have brought joy into my little ol’ wag life over the last month. So this April I have mostly been…
The first in this series is an ode to individuality. Although still a conventional English white wedding, we scrapped some of the standard traditions because they said nothing about us.
There is a big difference in “alone” & “lonely”; one is a state of being, the other is the emotion you feel about that, & I feel both of those on a regular basis in my Wag life.
Circumstance usually means I can only cheer my wrestlerman from afar. He can be winning titles in Germany while I’m in a match of my own against our laundry pile at home. How the other half live!
When I married my wrestlerman, that magic wand that transforms a single lady into a domestic goddess never waved over me, so I’m teaching myself how to wife & life.