I wrote this in a moment of weakness this week. And I’m sharing it because I think that it’s important. Because I truly believe that the only person standing in the way of my success and happiness is myself. And I haven’t quite worked out why yet, but I’m getting there. Self-sabotage, I guess is what they call it. Why do I seemingly set myself up for failure in a…

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I’m not sure when my love of language really began. It was early. My mother was an English teacher and taught French when I was younger. With both parents teachers, we spent a week every summer driving down through France to camp in Spain for a few weeks before ┬átaking another week to drive back. I was surrounded by a million dialects and accents during those summers: French, Spanish, German,…

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I started blogging because I wanted to write. Because whenever I wrote an essay at school or university, I was accused of having too much voice. Too much voice? WHAT? Isn’t that a great thing? As soon as I started my blog, friends who read it would tell me that they could imagine my voice speaking to them as they read my words. That’s amazing to me. I wasn’t even…

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I’m not setting myself resolutions this year. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m big on goals and resolving to do things. And I love the idea of setting New Year’s Resolutions. I love writing lists and I love getting organised, so every year I gallantly resolve to lose weight or read more books or call more people or something else from the usual list. The problem is that I don’t…

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