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  • Blank Canvases and Boiled shirts

    I set off for Marlborough feeling quietly excited about the day ahead: I had a mindset coaching session booked with a young, up-and-coming table tennis star. I did, however, need to keep a strict eye on the clock. My schedule… Continue reading

    Blank Canvases and Boiled shirts
  • Coming Out, Pen-Holders, and Superior Human Intelligence

    I was “coming out” today. I decided I needed to play it cool and not make a big fuss about my true feelings, despite being ready to share what my heart had been longing for over the past few months.… Continue reading

    Coming Out, Pen-Holders, and Superior Human Intelligence
  • Imposter Syndrome, Island Roots, and the Perfect Grip

    I was so ridiculously excited about my morning table tennis session that I spent the entire drive down lecturing myself like an over-cautious parent. I had to keep mentally pulling on the handbrake, reminding myself to calm down, stay focused,… Continue reading

    Imposter Syndrome, Island Roots, and the Perfect Grip
  • Playing Like a Demon

    Occasionally, an enforced break from a routine pays unexpected dividends. After being sidelined by the ‘cold from hell’ and swallowed whole by house renovations, I returned to my morning table tennis session with my friend Kevin featuring a renewed wave… Continue reading

    Playing Like a Demon
  • The Week Ahead: Mattresses, Crows, and London Breakthroughs

    Happy Monday! It’s been a week of major shifts around here, and I’ve been busy capturing it all for the blog. We are officially out of the caravan and back under our own roof—swapping claustrophobic corridors and caravan steps for… Continue reading

    The Week Ahead: Mattresses, Crows, and London Breakthroughs
  • Biological Warfare, Budding Pros, and the Semi-Final Curse

    The mere threat of a GP visit has apparently jolted my immune system into submission. I woke up feeling remarkably clear. Either my body successfully fought off the invaders, or—more realistically—I successfully passed the virus onto some poor, unsuspecting soul… Continue reading

    Biological Warfare, Budding Pros, and the Semi-Final Curse