Dear August: Another Nearly Gone...

Well our time together is nearly over for another year, and you have not let me down. I honestly can't remember the last time an August was so busy, so energetic, so exhausting, so full of actually warm sunshine.It's been a month of gorgeous weather, sad events, exciting events, BBQ's, running around like a headless chicken, praising the fact that I no longer seem to suffer from hangovers - gotta love this getting older lark!It's been a month of...

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Dear August: Life

We are half way through you August. Half way. It feels like I say this on the 15th/16th of every month, but where is time going? How does it slip by so fast?I spend so much time worrying about things that are so inconsequential and irrelevant, that sometimes I think I've worried so much that whole days, weeks, maybe even months have past me by, and I've barely even noticed. But, by the time I do notice, I wonder what the heck I was worrying about.But...

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Dear August: Summer of 2000

Do you remember the summer of 2000? It was the summer that so many of us weren't sure would arrive, because of some Millennium Bug (it was kinda like the paranoia of 2012, but was something to do with computers, and looking back was even more ridiculous!).By August, we'd just had a lunar eclipse (I was in bed, and reluctantly watched it on This Morning, because I thought that I'd end up regretting it if I didn't make a slight attempt to watch it...

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Dear August: An Experiment and Zaggora Hot Pants

In 89 days I hit thirty, which means that I have 89 days to slim down so that I can fit into the dress that I have bought for that very occasion. So August, I could really do with your support, because I don't know about anyone else, but I always find that sunshine motivates me to keep active. Therefore, I'm going to stay hopeful that you August will be the best opportunity for me to do the biggest bulk of my weight loss.I know, I know - it's a lot...

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Dear August: A Couple of Ponderings

I think that I spoke too soon last week, because the unexpectedness doesn't appear to have stopped, but I am - at last - back at my own desk, in my own chair and it is nice to be home.When I was at Uni, a friend told me that he hoped - in the future - to live by himself, and at the time, I'd thought he was really crazy. But having lived - effectively - by myself for over two and a half years, it's made me realise that having alone time is definitely...

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Dear August: Organised Chaos

We're only six days in, and already you are proving to be an unexpected month. Every day has so far been busy and I'm finding myself doing things that a month ago I wouldn't have expected to be doing. It's a little unnerving at times, but it's nice to be busy - even if you have brought a little sadness with you...Everything that has happened in less than a week, makes me ponder what else you are going to throw at me August. But of all the months,...

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Dear August: Big Town Girl

There was a time when I was embarrassed to tell people where I came from, because it's the kind of town that draws two kinds of responses.The first is the people that don't have a clue where Grimsby is. When I was at Uni, one guy actually thought that it was near London - it eventually transpired that he was from London, and of course we all know that to some people, the entire world revolves around London, so I don't know why I was so surprised.The...

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Dear August: The Morning After The Night Before

Thank you for not giving me a hangover this morning - I always worry . Also, thank you for helping me to survive yesterday. Well, you didn't rain as my Weather App hinted - so that was good!However, I would like to make a slight complaint about being so hot because this equation just isn't working for me:Heat from Sun + Curling Tong Heat = A Very Sweaty KatIt's funny how it never gets easier being the quiet one who is happier to sit in a corner,...

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Dear August: Social Anxiety

I am going out tonight. This should be a good thing, and really it is, because I'm genuinely looking forward to it. But, at the same time, I am nervous as hell.Social anxiety is not a part of me that I love, or cherish. In fact, I wish that it would just piss off.The language might seem strong - to some - and I did contemplate changing that to "go away", but that didn't seem strong enough to even come close to how social anxiety makes me feel.It...

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Dear August: Packing Up and Growing Up

Yesterday I told you about how much it sucks to grow up. Well, today I want to tell you how it feels to be packing up everything that remains of my childhood.When I was younger, I was distraught at the idea of leaving my childhood home for good. Whilst I was at Uni, I hated the idea of not being able to go back to the warmth and safety of it all, because it had been a place where I escaped the bullies, and where all of my dreams begun.However, aged...

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Dear August: Why I Love and Hate You

So we meet again my old friend. It's been a while. Twelve months to be precise.Once upon a time you were the month that I cherished most, because of everything that you symbolised. You were the month of freedom, of escapism, of sunshine and doing what I wanted. You were the month when I wasn't expected to do anything, or be anything.And then, I grew up.There are a lot of things that I love about being a grown up:My independenceBeing able to make...

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