We are so good at celebrating beginnings, but we tend to pity people during endings. But what if there was a different kind of tradition around quitting? A party with everyone you love there, and speeches. People would dress in violet, for violet is the colour of self-respect and restored optimism, and they would eat cake with a big Q on top, for Quit.
Once upon a time, there was a healthy, professional Western woman in her 30’s who found herself in a major life crisis due to one terrifying fact: She was suddenly single.
It’s uncommon – especially in your thirties – to meet people who are willing to listen to the uncensored truth of your private suffering. Everyone is too busy trying to survive their own lives and families. People are more likely to take in lost dogs than lost people. They’re less trouble.
It was supposed to be every writer’s dream when a Hollywood film producer bought the option to adapt my memoir for the big screen. Love with a Chance of Drowning was due to publish in three months time but the love itself was drowning. Quickly. Painfully. Publicly.
I’ve spent the last ten years experimenting with the boundaries of risk and fear, and this is my advice to women who want to walk alone.
Earlier this year I was travelling alone in Europe when I randomly ran into a woman in Cinque Terre whom I’d met briefly at a travel writers’ conference in New York.
“Don’t look down,” said the person behind me, and so, of course, I turned and shone my light downwards.
Some parents say that travelling with kids is not worthwhile. “They won’t remember it,” these people say. “It’s a waste of money.” Is that true?
You open your computer to start your workday. You’ve got a lot on your to-do list, but you decide to take one cheeky peek at Facebook. And then this happens:
Would you go camping on your own for a month? Travelling with a partner or friend can be a great way to deepen a relationship, but there is incredible value in flying solo too…