No Ragrets!

Regret: feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that one has done or failed to do).Mistake: an act or judgement that is misguided or wrong. Apparently it’s the week of ‘tell Zoë she’s wrong about things!‘ (which, to be fair, is not one-week-a-year-occurrence) with people feeling the need to express their wisdom to me. Unrequested,Continue reading “No Ragrets!”

Oh dear – It’s baby season

“Congratulations auntie!” read one of the text messages I got yesterday. And awkwardness ensued.I think my initial witty reply of of ‘Gee, thanks aunt, for congratulating me with the birth of a niece to a brother I haven’t seen or spoken to in well over ten years and who I will most probably never everContinue reading “Oh dear – It’s baby season”

Unpopular opinion: Intelligence is blah.

It is often said (to me, at least) that intelligence is a (core-)quality.That having a brain is attractive. That knowing things about certain things and having stuff to say about stuff is a good selling point. That IQ lasts a lot longer than a pretty face and that making smart choices will win out overContinue reading “Unpopular opinion: Intelligence is blah.”

Deal-breakers. Questionmark.

No more tree date for me. Shocker. I’m not expecting to hear any gasps of surprise. Shocker number two. That fact has me both a bit annoyed and saddened, I guess. Plus, a little on the fence about whether I should even write this post, considering who might be reading along. But then I figureContinue reading “Deal-breakers. Questionmark.”

Ode to Mad Bertha

Driving to work in the morning is always a pleasure ever since I’ve moved to the middle of nowhere. Empty fields, foggy banks drifting over still ponds and the small harbor that’s always quiet in the mornings. Sheep and baby goats and horses galloping along the winding road I take. It’s picturesque to say theContinue reading “Ode to Mad Bertha”

Shelving the ‘book of him’.

Lyrics:I’m gonna give you what you wanted, but my heart will never stop.Tell you that I’m fine even though I’m not.You’re gonna know for the rest of your life that this is true:I’m never getting over you.I won’t pretend that I won’t find someone elseYou’ll be a closed book sitting there on the shelfI’ll neverContinue reading “Shelving the ‘book of him’.”