I often wonder how other people get up and out of bed every day and just live their lives.
I do it, but I do it with extreme difficulty. Having anxiety that fluctuates between it being barely noticeable to full on panic attacks is tiring and once I’m in it, it’s near damn impossible to get out.
I start to over analyse everything about where I am in my life, in my relationship, friends, family and my job. Why does that person over there seem to have it all more together than me? What am I doing wrong? I work hard and I try to maintain a social life, so how come I’m not as successful as that completely different person to me?
What I love most about International Women’s Day is that sense of solidarity. All these amazing women and men coming together to celebrate women who have in the past not had a voice.
It’s an opportunity to shout about the amazing groups of people in the world who are working hard to fight against inequality. How can it make sense that half the population doesn’t have half the representation?
The fact is it doesn’t and that is why the #pledgeforparity is the perfect campaign theme for this year’s International Women’s Day and one that I can whole heartedly get behind. We see it in the media and our general lives every day. Women are constantly being attacked for wanting equality. For not wanting to be the ones who are to blame in sexual assault, for not wanting to pay tax on something that is absolutely not a luxury, for wanting equal representation in our government.
That time of year is rolling around again and we can expect to see all that ‘New Year New Me’ stuff. Where people pick apart themselves with grand hopes of creating a newer more spectacular version of themselves overnight. I have one question… why?
I try and convince myself to be better every week never mind just the end of the year, better diet, better clothes, better understanding of the world around me and to be blunt I haven’t become some thin glamazon with intricate knowledge of the world and how it works – instead I have grown to love myself more and be proud of what I have achieved. We all know that generally change cannot happen in a night so why do we put so much pressure on New Year’s Eve?
In recent years some exciting things have been going on in the world of cafes, gone are the days of just expecting a fry up and a selection of sarnies. Now cafes are expanding… we’ve had crisp sandwich cafes, cereal cafes and now we have cat cafes.
Manchester is due 3 cat cafes in the new year and so I made it my business to visit one of the few open in the UK at the moment. My cafe of choice was Mog on the Tyne based in (you guessed it) Newcastle. I love a pun name. Here is hoping at least one of the Manchester sites follows suit.
I was a very lucky girl the other week, I was treated to some lunch at Manchester House by the wonderful Charlie (The_Lady_Sybil).
We only went in for two courses and ended up with just a tiny bit more. All of it delicious and some of it slightly unusual to those of us who don’t often dine at one of Manchester’s most popular fine dining locations.
We started off with the thyme scented brioche, roasted chicken butter, artichoke consommé. It was a beautiful, simple and a flavoursome way to get your taste buds in the mood for what was to come.
San Juan is a little tapas place on Beech Road in the ever ‘cool’ Chorlton. With eateries of niche natures opening up left, right and centre, a battle of who is the most gluten free, vegan and more, it’s an utter delight that San Juan does simple tapas delights and just sticks to it.
Don’t get me wrong, I think it is fab that there are places with such a wide variety of foodie wonders. However those places all lack in something that San Juan has: a little bit of who cares flare. It’s crammed into this delightful little corner with a tiny little outside spot squashed up with tables. If it’s a busy night you’re looking at an hour or more wait, but people do wait because not only is the food great but the atmosphere is too. When you go to San Juan, even though you’re in Chorlton, you can’t escape that unmistakable feeling of being on holiday.