On This Day Last Year: August 2010

"At the beginning of 2010 I came across my diary from last year. I had a quick flick through and was hit with the realisation of exactly how much my life has changed since January ’09. My diary is littered with words like ‘Golden Globes’, ‘Baftas’, ‘Brits’ and ‘The Oscars’ – all of which my working life revolved around...

Fast forward a year and my January is barren. The pages are a wasteland of days and dates and woefully empty pages. My poor, poor moleskin must have been sobbing into its perfectly intact spine at such a pitiful sight..."

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Preened And Not So Perfect

Today, while driving to meet Jojo on the Heath I spent most of the journey peeling remnants of baby rice off my cheek. My trousers and t-shirt were covered in it too – either from the fallout from spoon to mouth, or the aftermath from stomach to bib.

There’s something really refreshing about not being waxed and polished; sleek and in heels 110% of the time.

ON THIS DAY LAST YEAR: AN INTRODUCTION

Sometimes it's hard to believe how much life can change in such a short time. For me, the realisation hit me when I left my job as a showbiz editor with Sky to have a baby. For my sister, it was leaving her job organising charity projects in India to study her third degree in law. For my mother it was losing her mother. For one of my oldest friends it was quitting her desk job and booking a one way ticket to Australia. For one of my best friends it was losing her husband, her father and almost her baby in quick succession. For a mate's girlfriend from Cornwall it was applying for a job in London, getting it and then realising it was based in London, Ontario, not the UK's capital city. For one it was about training for a marathon in New Zealand. For another it was working out how to deal with the suicide bombers in her hometown of Karachi, Pakistan. For one it was speed dating. For another it was dumping a boyfriend. For one it was battling cancer. For another it was trying to lose weight.
In equal measure all of these people who I consider myself lucky to know have short stories, that have happened within the space of a year. I am constantly touched, inspired, made to laugh, made to cry and humbled by their experiences. And now I want to share them.