Hello, No-vember

It’s a very short word – only two letters long. It’s one of the first words we learns as toddlers. … So why is it so hard to say?

I find it really, really hard to say ‘no’ to people. I’m not naive or gullible, but I have struggled my whole life with this need to be liked. I will bend over backwards for anyone – even people I hardly know – just so I don’t have to inconvenience them. It’s the best way to sabotage your own life – because once people learn that you can’t say ‘no’, they will take advantage of you and use up not only your time, but your resources and your energy. Continue reading

Polka Dots and Hearts Christening

In some countries, like the UK where I used to live, christening your child is take-it-or-leave-it, depending on your beliefs. In other countries, like Greece where I live now, it’s more like a rite of passage – although of course it’s still optional. To be honest, I’m not overly fussed about the whole thing – to me, God is everywhere – rituals and ceremonies hold little religious significance for me. But it’s important to the people I care about, and you know me – any excuse for a party! Continue reading

Falling in Love (Again) Part II

This is beyond doubt the most personal, revealing (and rambling) post I have ever written. Believe me, I am so far out of my comfort zone right now, I’m in another country. But write it I will – for the record, and for anyone else who has lost their Old Self to depression, love and all. As one of my favourite writers, the fabulous Neil Gaiman, said, “The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself, that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.”

So here goes. Continue reading

The Girl With the Goals: Finance

Money, money, money. The root of all evil. Or at least the root of a heck of a lot of stress and several arguments between Mr Chef and me over the years. We’re both crap with budgeting and saving and, ever since we moved to Greece, we’ve been living on a shoestring anyway. Whenever we did get some extra cash, we’d blow it on plane tickets or Christmas, so we’ve got no savings, no pension, no emergency fund – none of those things you don’t care about when you’re 21 … .  Then one day you wake up and you’re in your thirties.  Continue reading