mental attitude


It feels like it’s been a long winter but now March has arrived – and with it, the promise of spring, harking to lighter nights and better weather. (Although looking out of the window of late, on the snowy Manchester street below, where the latest winter storm is blowing a gale, I’m sure I’d be forgiven for being a tad skeptical!)

I wish I had a pound for all the times I’ve been asked “What made you set up your blog?”. I’ve also had one or two who, with a raised eyebrow and a cynical sneer, ask “Why ‘Oh Fabulous Me’? Who do YOU think you are?”

I should start by saying this blog is a two-thought notion in an attempt to answer both questions: ‘Who do I think I am?’ and ‘Why set up a blog about it?’. Join me, as I delve into my thoughts, if only in a bid to explain…

For those of you unaware: Manchester is my home. And, unless you are a hermit with no access to the outside world, you will have heard of the atrocious act of violence which took place within my beloved city on 22 May 2017 – claiming the lives of 22 innocent music lovers and injuring so many more. Many for which it will be a long, slow road to recovery. The vast majority were just children, who had yet to live and experience many of life’s wonders.

I recall being very excited on the eve of my 30th birthday when so many of my friends were dreading theirs. The reason? I honestly believed once I hit 30 I would ‘just know it’. All the jumbled up pieces would fall into place. Aging would provide all the answers. I would be welcomed with open-arms into that ‘knowledge-club’ belonging to those confident, self-assured post-20s women, whom I so aspired to be. You know the type – they positively ooze confidence from their very pores!

An older friend scoffed at my naivety, but let me bask in my momentary madness anyway.