Month: April 2017

30 mins of 📈 anxiety

Lost my wallet. Looked all over the house, in the car, amongst the clothes, and anywhere else I could think of. Nothing.

Panic 😓

Drove to the cafe to get coffee. Tried to pay by contactless on mobile. Credit card declined.

More panic 😧

Drove to the sports park (Gym) – the last place I’d been with the wallet. Checked if anyone had returned a lost wallet. Nada.

😨

Drove back home.

One last check – between the cushions of the sofa.

And there it is. Hidden tight between the cushions.

*breathing again* 😌

Continue reading 30 mins of 📈 anxiety

It’s not feminism.

It’s humanism.

It’s about men getting to do things they want – cook, knit, cry in public, sing, wear beautiful pink shirts.

It’s about women getting to do things they want – drive lorries, develop AIs, fix plumbing, wear blue-grey suits, drink beer, and laugh out loud in public.

Or vice versa. Or both. Or neither.

It’s about everyone getting to be, and do, what they want, without the fear of repercussions – formal, informal, social, legal, or even just a slanted eye look.