A poetymology of hope

It’s been said that a person needs three things in order to be happy: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. Since I’ve already blogged about love and work, I think it’s about time I wrote something about hope.

A poetymology of beauty

I recently shared a guest post by Leanne Moden about body image, and it got me thinking about my own feelings on the subject – specifically about how today’s teenagers are exposed to so many more unrealistic images of beauty than I had to deal with when I was growing up in the mid-nineties (i.e. when the internet and mobile phones were in their infancy and social media was just a twinkle in Mark Zuckerberg’s eye).

A poetymology of travel

I love travelling; what’s not to love about visiting different places, seeing the sights and experiencing new things? I can’t understand why some people choose to visit the same place year after year and spend most of their time on a sun lounger when there are so many other places in the world to explore. For me, travelling is about so much more than just getting some sun – it’s a way to immerse yourself in other cultures and broaden your mind.

A poetymology of money

Money may be a contentious subject to talk about, which is why it’s taken me days to write this post, but it’s a fundamental part of life. Although the amount of money we have influences our social status and determines how much control we have over our circumstances, I still believe in the old adage that money can’t buy happiness…

A poetymology of time

As a child, my time was mostly structured according to whether I was at school (where bells would ring to announce lesson time, break time, lunch time and home time) or at home (where my mum would coordinate my extra-curricular activities, meal time, bath time and homework). Now that I’m a) a grown-up and b) a freelance writer, I decide to how to structure my time – which can be both a blessing and a curse…

A poem about work

A poetymology of work/career

My mum always told me that when I grew up, I could do anything that I put my mind to and she would be proud of me no matter what, as long as I did my best and was happy. Although she was right to try and instil the belief that anything is possible, when I took my first steps into the working world I soon realised that my career would be determined by more than just talent, choices and hard work…

A poetymology of love (part one)

For my first poetymology post, I’m going to jump in at the deep end and start with the not-at-all-complicated subject of love. I’m calling this post “part one” because it’s inevitable I’ll return to the subject at some point; it’s so multi-faceted that it would be impossible to cover in just one attempt…