You would not believe the amount of posts that I start writing and then stop because I think that it sounds like mindless waffle. I’ve always been a bit of a story teller. At a party you would always find a friend saying “Rochelle tell him that story of when we were younger…” and IContinue reading “Diary: Confidence”
Milestones define us but they are not time specific.
Mini Meet Martyn
Ten things that make me irrationally angry.
This weekend I am running 10K in Yorks Race for Life. TEN KILOMETERS. 6.2 Miles. SIX POINT TWO! Thats a lot of running. Thats six Humber Bridges. I’m 0.4 miles from running the same distance of how high aeroplanes fly! (Standard flights fly at 6.6 miles of altitude) Okay so I’m going to stop withContinue reading “RUN ROCHELLE RUUUUNN”
I am always trying to aspire to be more than what I am. The problem I seem to have is nothing is ever good enough, I want something, I get it, and then I want more. But I am trying my upmost to feel satisfied with what I have and make sure that I don’t rush and wish my life away. So that was my inspiration for this blog.
I read so many different lifestyle blogs and all I do while I’m reading them is feel inadequate. Especially make-up, hair and beauty blogs. Now don’t get me wrong I love make up tips, hair style advice and I love learning new techniques but I just cannot afford those products! I work full time, butContinue reading “Make-up Makes me Poor”
Today I am restarting my slimming world journey. I cannot recommend Slimming World enough it’s just that I sadly thought I had beaten the diet and didn’t need one anymore but unfortunately I don’t have the metabolism or active lifestyle where I can eat whatever I want. Now I am not blaming Martyn one little bitContinue reading “Tail between my legs, sorry Slimming World”
Why you should visit a medium by Rochelle Hughes
I got talking to someone at work yesterday about jobs and what career paths we have been on. It got me thinking about previous jobs and how journalism has always been the only option in reality. I’m going to take you back to when I was about three or four. I spent weekends with myContinue reading “I Wanted To Be a Vet…”