@Francesanne2@DeanEggitt This is the Q we were talking about the other week, isn’t it? It’s getting really murky out there now in regards to this stuff.
It’s actually really cold this morning 🤣
And it just gets colder & colder, the closer we get to Sheffield.
I’m starting to think that maybe i need to switch out my denim jacket for my actual coat 🤣🙈
It's a sour joke that the railway industry clapped along with Hendy's rubbish about exceeding 300km/h being somehow gold plated and unnecessary when 2010s China made 350km/h its standard. HS2 will open in the 2040s running at speeds from the 1980s.
Sheffield at 37.. not a fucking shock when half the rolling stock is trains from the 80’s & 90’s. Put Sheffield in the London commuter belt and this would’ve been fixed years ago.
Missing nyc watching incredible marathon content and performance- both runners, spectators and organization of it all.
So for anyone who is missing NYC, I made this from my latest trip videos. including the very over stimulating sounds of nyc that wouldn’t be nyc without them!
First run back in months 🥵😅🏃🏻♀️ doing it the tried & tested walk-run method.
Pi$$ed that the app I’m using didn’t make me do 4km 😹 & only realized after 🙈
defo nearly killed me off - esp in the beginning 🤣 felt like the tin-man. But a bit of Elton John “I’m still standing” beats always gets me through the 2nd half & it’s less difficult… slightly 🤣
I use data-led (like UKHSA & germ-watch alongside antidotal info locally) mask usage - mostly on public transport & in meetings , esp if there’s no open windows or if someone is coughing/ visibly ill/super busy room with not much space. ATM with early flu increase - am wearing masks on trains again. I do think about risk all the time & negotiate that - like sitting next to doors & windows etc.
always wear masks on planes & have done before Covid. Who wants to be sick pre/post vacation? Not me! & makes me feel less “dry” post plane journey haha!
Less and less folks wear masks locally so does make me feel really hyper aware. However when I was in California, folks still wearing masks as part of everyday life. Which was a nice surprise.
What a week & a half it has been!
From seeing President Barack Obama speak live in Manchester, to standing on a TEDx Doncaster stage myself (can’t believe it!!).
From Cast Doncaster board away days & the wonderful People's Voice CIC Xmas-Halloween dinner, to watching ace art students make extraordinary things.
Steak lunch breaks with council friends, creative health adventures, convos, laughter, ideas, people doing incred things in the world.
& somewhere in the middle of all that, hospital treatment. That always makes me feel both more & less like myself, at the same time.
Because life doesn't arrive neatly, 1 chapter at a time. Joy doesn't wait for suffering to finish. The extraordinary& the difficult don't take turns. They sit beside one another. Sometimes at the very same table.
And I think this is what makes being alive so amazing.
Today, walking to catch the bus in the middle of a storm, with dramatic OST classical music playing in my ears, the wind nearly sweeping me off my feet & leaves dancing wildly through the air, I found myself stopping.
Just to watch.
The leaves spinning like confetti. The trees bending. The last golden light of an autumnal sunset breaking through long full dark clouds. The wind pushing against my whole body, reminding me that I was here. Really, wonderfully, impossibly here.
And I felt this overwhelming gratitude. Felt it in my chest.
Not because everything is easy. Not because life has been particularly gentle. But because, despite everything, there is still so much beauty to be found. So much to learn. So many people to love. So much world left to encounter.
I think sometimes we mistake a good life for an easy one. As though happiness is somewhere we arrive once all the difficult things have been resolved.
But perhaps a good life is one in which we keep allowing ourselves to be astonished? Even in the middle of uncertainty. Even when our bodies remind us of their fragility. Even when the storm is quite literally blowing around us.
Nietzsche wrote that no one can build us the bridge upon which we alone must cross the river of life.
And I think about that often. Because none of us quite knkws what lies on the other side.
In that moment, I thought about Seamus Heany’s poem: Postscript -a poem D introduced me to-
“You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known & strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard & blow it open.”
We build as we go. Through courage & curiosity, through friendship, through the things we make & the people we meet. Through all the ordinary, miraculous moments that somehow become a life.
maybe the point isn't to reach the other side untouched. Maybe it's to cross with our hearts still open.
To feel the wind. To notice the leaves. To keep saying yes to this wild, complicated, fleeting gift of being here.
What a privilege it is to be alive in a world that can still take your breath away.
It's Invisible Disability Awareness week, and I've written something to acknowledge what it's like to live with an invisible disability.
At 23/24, I became seriously ill. I spent years trying desperately to return to the person I had been. Grieving everything I'd lost, whilst somehow feeling ashamed that I couldn't do more with what remained.
I hadn't realised just how deeply I'd absorbed the idea that my worth was measured by my productivity. That being useful was the same as being valuable.
It took a remarkably patient GP, many tears, amazing friends, and more than a decade of learning to live differently to begin unlearning that.
And I'm still learning.
Because disability isn't always visible. Neither is the work of living with it. The calculations, compromises, grief, courage, and small victories that nobody else knows are victories.
But neither is all the possibility that lies ahead.
I've written about loss, ableism, the world we've designed, and why a life interrupted is not a life diminished.
And about something I wish I'd understood much earlier:
We do not have to be well to deserve a beautiful life.
For anyone finding their way through a life they didn't choose, and for anyone who has the power to make that journey a little easier for someone else.
There are greater things lying ahead.
Read the full piece:
The Extraordinary Labour of Appearing Ordinary, on my Substack here: ❤️
https://t.co/ECPUSjC8GM
It's Invisible Disability Awareness week, and I've written something to acknowledge what it's like to live with an invisible disability.
At 23/24, I became seriously ill. I spent years trying desperately to return to the person I had been. Grieving everything I'd lost, whilst somehow feeling ashamed that I couldn't do more with what remained.
I hadn't realised just how deeply I'd absorbed the idea that my worth was measured by my productivity. That being useful was the same as being valuable.
It took a remarkably patient GP, many tears, amazing friends, and more than a decade of learning to live differently to begin unlearning that.
And I'm still learning.
Because disability isn't always visible. Neither is the work of living with it. The calculations, compromises, grief, courage, and small victories that nobody else knows are victories.
But neither is all the possibility that lies ahead.
I've written about loss, ableism, the world we've designed, and why a life interrupted is not a life diminished.
And about something I wish I'd understood much earlier:
We do not have to be well to deserve a beautiful life.
For anyone finding their way through a life they didn't choose, and for anyone who has the power to make that journey a little easier for someone else.
There are greater things lying ahead.
Read the full piece:
The Extraordinary Labour of Appearing Ordinary, on my Substack here: ❤️
https://t.co/ECPUSjC8GM
I don’t get why transpenine trains only put 3 carriages on (on a Friday no less) from Manchester to cleethorpes - via Sheffield & Doncaster - & there’s not enough seats & decide to send someone with a Trolley to sell overpriced drinks down. 🙈🙈🙈
@annettehaywood It was sooooooo good to meet you too, Annette!!! Next time you’re in the Donx - or after work in Sheff on Mondays or Tuesdays - let’s go for a coffee! I’d love to know more about yourself too! 🙏🙌
Ps: Obama was awesome, lol!