How to be creative when you know you’re crap at it


I have a solid belief that everyone should be creative at some point in their lives. Being creative is such a wonderful thing. It allows you do go a little crazy and reveal the fact that we are all a little unusual.

Who knows what kind of words will find themselves onto the page of your first poem, or what colors and shapes will make up your first painting. Most people shy away from being creative due to one simple fact: They think they’re crap at it.

Maybe your art teacher told you that. Maybe you looked at the world around you and thought “some people are so brilliant, I can never be like that”.

Here’s the secret guys. You are like that!

Art is the most subjective thing on the planet. I’ve only just realized that it doesn’t matter if someone thinks my drawing or my poem is horrible. I think I’m pretty great because no one can create what I create. My art is an expression of myself, my story.

I’m not published. None of my pictures hang in museums. No one of “importance” knows my name. But Goddammit I am an artist. I am a poet.

And you can be one too.

Breakfast Beauty



On the Menu for Today

Warm raspberry bowl with a crunchy twist: 1/2 cup of whole oats with almond milk. A dash of golden syrup, frozen raspberries to melt and almond flakes.

Blueberry Crunch Smoothie: Frozen blueberries, frozen strawberries, Greek yogurt, protein powder & 1/2 cup of granola.

Food for the mind: 7 habits of highly effective people- Today’s Advice: Stay present in everything you do. Do not focus on the end result as your present life will suffer for it.

Curtain Call


The words you say, you try to live

but the mask you wear becomes a play

a matinee that nobody came to watch


Past performances dance behind your eyes

But do not let the ballerina’s linger on your pupils

prancing around to yesterday’s song

The dance of these days, long have gone


The curtain called twenty years ago

and still you await the crowd

Your’e better than waiting

for a red rose at your feet


You gave birth to your rose

not so very long ago

Treasure her my sister

 she will be a garden for you



Morning Rituals


The key to having a good day is starting it right. I make sure I am always up an hour and a half before I leave for work. WHY am I so insane?

Because it actually keeps me sane. The working day has a habit of becoming an endless working week without the actually living your life part. I make sure I spend enough time in the morning paying attention to how I look and what I am eating. While I eat, I usually read a self-help book to give me some daily wisdom. I am currently reading Ekhart Toll’s A New Earth. 

7.Winifred Pickle and The Ghost of Godwin Manor



I did not scream, nor look away. The sight was as fascinating as it was terrifying. My neck crooned upwards and my eyes fixated on the sight.

Brown leaves with specks of gold fluttered in unison like a swarm of bees. It was as though the sound of the winds’ fury has subsided and was instead replaced by the crackling of dead leaves. They molded together to form the frightening figure of a tall woman.

She hovered before me in the center of the room. She did not have a face exactly. The leaves however were placed in such a way, that the small dents and slight changes in colour formed the appearance of facial features.

Suddenly the window behind me snapped shut. I jumped to my feet and backed into the wall. My hands scraped against the ugly salmon wallpaper as though searching for something to squeeze. They simply peeled at the rotting paper; small bits of plaster crumbled and fell at my bare feet.

The leaves had somewhat settled in place now. The figure was no longer a sporadic collection of swirling shrubbery. Instead she softly swayed, every leaf forming an important piece to her puzzle.


‘It speaks’, I thought to myself. A surge of panic slithered through my stomach and I had a sudden urge to call out to Julian.

Winifred Pickle” she muttered again, her voice soft and strangely welcoming.

“How do you know my name?”

I had decided not to call out or scream for help. There was something about this moment that was completely reserved for me and I did not want to give it up.

She did not answer my question. The woman continued to stare at me (or at least I think she was staring. It was hard to tell without actual eye balls).

Suddenly the figure moved. In one giant whoosh she glided towards me and froze and inch from my body. A small yelping sound escaped my lips.

“Curious” she laughed “The first words you utter. I would have thought your first remark to be-“

She paused, her ‘face’ surveying me up and down “-something different”.

“Sorry” I whispered, quite sincerely.

She laughed again; a rather icy laugh.

“Don’t be sorry. Sorry is a word reserved for men only, thrown around as often as we change our shoes, just as meaningless, really”

She spoke rather quickly as though she were talking to herself as well as me. She began to slowly twirl where she hovered, taking in the sight of the room it would seem. Her body of leaves swayed up and down as though she was struggling to keep herself upright. There was something about the small quivers in each leaf that made me uneasy.

Curious” she said softly “It hasn’t changed one bit”

“You’re a Ghost” I coughed, dust getting caught in my throat. As the words escaped me I realised how stupid I sounded. Of course she was a ghost.

She whipped back around, no longer focusing on the room. I could almost make out the shape of a smile.

“You’re a bright one” she spat with a heavy tone of sarcasm that turned the fear I was feeling into a deep annoyance.

“Now!” she shrieked.

I stumbled backwards slamming into the wall.

“Shall we get started?”







Plan your work outfit!



This is coming from a girl who used to be a size 18 and is now a size 10. Losing weight is so hard, both mentally and physically. For years I hated shopping because I could never wear what I wanted to wear. Now I love clothes!

I’ve read countless self help books that state: the key to feeling good is looking good and finding your own style. I seem to be going for the 1950’s teacher look. I have all these pearl necklaces lying around and I never wear them. They really do change the nature of your look and make you feel a bit glamorous.  Brands include: Zara, Valley Girl, Tokito & Forcast.