I’m often amused by my ambitious mindset. I woke up this morning, slightly disheartened as I realised that overnight, my body had been unforgivingly plagued with the seasonal snot-filled, sneeze-inducing virus – one that I was adamant I wouldn’t fall victim to, in spite of being surrounded by others who had suffered a similar fate, my partner included. And so, I climbed out of bed optimistically, ignoring my body’s plea to remain underneath the doona cover, deciding instead that I wouldn’t allow this sticky mess of a cold to interrupt my Sunday plans.
If the antarctic temperatures are dampening your mood and you’re contemplating proceeding as the bears do (hibernating for the season), allow me to convince you why winter isn’t so bad […]
When the temperature retreats back to its preteen era, displaying as much predictability as a feisty teenager, we respond by arming ourselves with blankets, fluffy robes and bed socks, contemplating […]