I feel like I’m finally ageing into my personality.

Go back and let the title sink in for a moment. Or you know what, maybe just don’t. Oh, you already did. Great. The longer you allow yourself to think about it, the more intriguing and powerful it becomes. Right? At least that happens for me, and it gives me a wonderful opportunity to authentically honour the man that brought me joy, tears and a delightful portrayal of a male orgasm.

What if, one day, you discover your innate connection to your spirit animal, and as it turns out to be a grouchy sloth, leaving you unhinged first but truly inspired after all? Well, I’m smiling. That’s where my journey begins. I believe that, sometimes, we simply need to look at things longer and with more care, so the initial ambiguity can give way to a deeper experience. That’s where magic happens.

After binge watching the entirety of New Girl last summer out of boredom, I find myself in a pretty odd situation right now. Being almost thirty, freshly dumped, without a job and looking for room mates. Enter Nick Miller, adorable poet, forward-thinker and relatable fellow sufferer of life. How fun it would be to work on my writing chops centring my blog on this every-man? Well kids, we are going to find out.

Prepare for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Especially the ugly.