Georgia

  • Finding my sea legs: unlocking new mindsets 

    Finding my sea legs: unlocking new mindsets 

    A goal – a mindset – the lilt of his laugh. All things that evolve are sickening when you are the one that revolves around them staying put. The nausea of having your only known solidarity shift under your feet can have authority over your nervous system, your gag reflex and your sense of sanity. You…

  • 41. In your living, not your longing.

    41. In your living, not your longing.

    And so, we enter this New Year, where this series of short blogs will develop into something more for To Tell the Twins. For this last piece of 2025, I’ll yap about something that has only made itself apparent to me recently, in its most gentlest form, and kind of just in time.  I’ve…

  • 40. It’s time to go, isn’t it?

    40. It’s time to go, isn’t it?

    My hands are healthy. They bear no bruise or abrasion; they shed no blood or bone. My hands are telling of something I’m very sure about, that being that when something has run its course, I know when to let go.  I’ve had this form of realisation strike me in many ways in my…

  • 39. This age of simplicity.

    39. This age of simplicity.

    Turning 21 is a bit mad. All I’ve heard about getting just that little bit older is a reiteration of how much harder things get, and how much more complicated things become. And I see it, I’ve felt it, but I’ve also felt something much more – which allows me to do much more than just…

  • 38. Once a month, my world ends.

    38. Once a month, my world ends.

    Once a month, my world ends. I mourn and I grieve a week before the chaos hits – and I spend the next week bleeding. And then, it’s over. All of it; my peace, my pain, my worry. I’m vividly myself again at the cost of my entire existence. Because once a month, my…

  • 37. FUCK you.

    37. FUCK you.

    Two or so years ago, I had the displeasure of meeting someone who told me to tone it down. In fact, it was a condescending lecture along the lines of ‘you talk a lot, you know, why don’t you learn to be comfortable in the silence?’ In that moment, time stood somewhat still, just…

  • 36. Everything is a win when the goal was to experience.

    36. Everything is a win when the goal was to experience.

    I like to think of the fact that I have never once failed at anything, because what have I lost if my only goal was to experience? For that reason, I love the rain; let me elaborate. I’m often caught up in moments by how much I know I’ll remember them. Whether it’s with…

  • 35. The hilarity of it all.

    35. The hilarity of it all.

    My inheritance is priceless, because I was given my mother’s ability to laugh. There’s a certain duality about her laughter I carry: some days it shows itself as a curse and other days, most days, it’s a blessing. I have countless memories which have morphed into one huge warm recollection of my mum laughing…

  • 34. Eat, kiss, run – enjoy.

    34. Eat, kiss, run – enjoy.

    In a previous post of mine, titled ‘The idea of chosen time,’ I delved into how your time is yours, and it is something you own. When I wrote that, it was an idea I had only just begun to come to terms with and actually apply to my life and my relationships. But…

  • 33. Peace found me in Paris, my most treasured souvenir.

    33. Peace found me in Paris, my most treasured souvenir.

    What a week – what a month – this October. What a thing it is to let time wash over you, to feel how it carries you and drops you off, gently, on an unsuspecting evening where you realise just how much everything has changed. I’ll never understate the relevance of growth which flows…