5 thriller TV shows to binge during the lockdown

Another lockdown means another binge of series: how could you resist a cosy night in on the sofa when it’s dark and raining outside? In this light I’d like to share my top 5 recommendation when it comes to good thriller TV series – story line, cast and most importantly, suspense. Enjoy! ❤

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Meet my heroes

Today we are be celebrating 75th VE Day (Victory in Europe) –  the day when the Second War Ended. Most of Europe celebrates it on the 8th of May, but all post-Soviet countries special day is the 9th of May – purely because of the difference of the time zones at the moment of signing! 🙂

But the date isn’t important. What’s important is to remember our heroes.

My great-grandparents were my heroes.  Here is their story.

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Valentina & Vasiliy Prokopovich

Summer 1939

Valentina  was only seventeen when she left her home town of Yaroslavl and went to the Mining University in Leningrad (Now St Petersburg). In her first year, on her course, she met a handsome man – Vasiliy.

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There were courting for over a year, and were planning on getting married in ’41, but…

The war has started, and everything has changed.

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Leningrad was under Nazi siege. Noone could have even imagined that this will end up one of the longest sieges in history, and the largest loss of life ever known in a modern city – with over three million casualties, one million of them dead.

Since summer, the students of the Mining University were working at the military factory, but Vasiliy wanted to go to the front. At nineteen years old he wanted to join the military and protect his homeland: honour and loyalty to his country was above all. But he was rejected.

He was the son of the Enemy of the State.

Vasiliy’s family  – The Prokopovich family – has been through a very tough time, with the worst year being 1937 – the year of the most brutal Stalin’s repressions. Russian nobility was being destroyed by the Soviets, with all of their lands and belongings repossessed by the State. Anyone who stood in the way of the new ideology was murdered. Vasiliy’s dad was announced as a British spy and an Enemy of the State, and was shot to death.

It was tricky to live with this stamp of shame, so after two months of trying, Vasiliy was finally accepted to the military and in November of ’41 he was setting off to the Volkhov Front.

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They said their good-byes and promised to write each other letters. He left her all of his tobacco, not even realising, that it will save her life…

December 1941

This is when the famine in Leningrad became extreme. Having worked at a military factory, Valentina had her bread vouchers, which really kept her going.

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One evening, on the way home after a long shift, Valentina got attacked and beaten up. When she woke up, her bread vouchers were gone.

 January 1942

Vasiliy was at the Volkhov Front, fighting alongside other young men, most of them under twenty, and just like so many of them, he got wounded. Many of his comrades died, but for him it was pure luck – he was found in the swamps, shell-shocked, with his toes frostbitten. It took him a good couple of months to recover from partial amputation and all of the injuries, but he was alive, and he could go back to war.

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March 1942

In Leningrad people were dying from hunger. It’s been weeks since anyone has eaten any solid food. Tobacco was more valuable than gold, and when all of the pets were eaten, people were boiling anything leather or making porridge from any wallpaper that they could find – most walls were painted, so it would be a luxury.

Valentina was dying from dystrophy. When she stopped turning up to work, her great-aunty heard about it and went on a search for her. Great-aunty Natalya has somehow managed to get herself a spot to the Road of Lifethe only available path out of Leningrad, and she gave it up for her great niece. Blockade victims were taken to Yaroslavl.

Valentina was going home.

August 1942

Vasiliy was studying in military medical school through his recovery, and was about to be sent back to the Front to work as a military paramedic, when he received terrible news: his twenty-two year old brother Vsevolod was dead.

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Vsevolod & Vasiliy

He lead the intelligence mission, which helped his battalion win, but unfortunately he didn’t survive. He was awarded with the order of Red Star posthumously, but the family never found his grave.

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Vasiliy & Vsevolod


It’s been two years of loving letters, but in 1944 they managed to briefly see each other – part of Vasiliy’s army was formed in Yaroslavl, Valentina’s home town.

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January 1946

The war was over, Valentina was back in Leningrad. Vasiliy would only be de-mobilised in the summer, but he came to Leningrad, and on the 23rd of January they got married.

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Wedding Day. Vasiliy, Valentina and her parents Maria and Aleksander


1947: They were going to have a baby, but the boy wasn’t carried to term and didn’t live… Something that happened to the most of young girls who survived the blockade.

January 1948: A daughter Elena was born (my grandma – dad’s mum).

August 1951: A son Vladimir was born

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Vasiliy with his childen

November 1957

At the International Meeting of Communist and Workers Parties, Stalin’s ideology was condemned, and Vasiliy’s father and family were rehabilitated. They were no longer Enemies of the State. 

1976: Vasiliy and Valentina attended the opening of the Monument to the Fallen at their university, where Vasiliy’s brother – Vsevolod is commemorated for his bravery.

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Both of them have since passed away, but I’m lucky to remember both of them, as I was their first great-granddaughter. Thank you for being my heroes.

This is the last ever picture of Vasiliy, my hero great-granddad with my little  brother and his military awards behind him ❤

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Valentina Prokopovich (Ershova) 28.02.1922 – 13.06.1997

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Vasiliy Prokopovich 23.02.1922 – 18.03.2008
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Я помню. Я горжусь.


A month of isolation

Yesterday was exactly a month since everything has changed.

On Friday the 13th of March was my first ‘working from home’ day until further notice.

We went on a lockdown ahead of the government’s advice. We started to abide the rules a couple of days before Boris put them down in writing. Better safe than sorry.

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Our isolation crew is perfect: Ben & I, our housemate and her boyfriend, who also happens to be our closest friend. Enough of us to bounce off each other, and luckily, the apartment size allows the four of us live in harmony (most of the times)

It’s been a month of adjustment, and a month of reflection.  We’re probably looking at another month before some restrictions are lifted, but the country is a very long time away from things going back to normal, that is, if they ever do.

First week was easy.

We even got together with the girls to film our thoughts on Corona:

There was this initial excitement of not having to go to the office, and the creative ideas of staying in touch were flowing right, left and centre.

The week when everyone downloaded Houseparty app and had their first virtual drinks.

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That was the week when we’ve run out of the toilet roll and pasta, but kids were still going to school, and the pubs were open.

I made a couple of videos for LinkedIn (first & second – you should totally watch them, and please do connect!), and had so many other ideas…

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That was the week of over-ambitious planning – I’m sure you’ve had one too? We’ll get to that in a minute, I promise.

Second week was determined.

By that point it’s been more than 10 days since I’ve been to the gym. This is when it finally hit me: all of my plans, my progress, PB’s are simply not going to happen. I’ve written out myself a fitness plan, to ensure I maintain some sort of routine… And so far I certainly have.

The key highlight was the egg hunt – well ahead of Easter. Supermarkets have run out of eggs, but the local suppliers were there to make our household happy.

Second highlight was Tiger King. Carole fucking Baskin. As a result, I am now cross-stitching a tiger.

We  would generally only leave the house to get essentials, or for one exercise a day.

We didn’t go out on that Friday before the hospitality industry went into hibernation. We still drank a lot, just at home.

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All the following weeks became a blur…

I’m not going to lie, I was taken aback when I looked at the calendar and realised that it’s been a whole month.

I dyed my hair pink, I’ve done TikTok challenges…. This is what a month without the gym and pubs does to a girl! (Who am I kidding I’d do them anyway ha)

[Add me on TikTok: polina.rocks]

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Key highlight is that we now have weekly pub quiz with the friends we normally wouldn’t see that often, and this feels truly special. I’m sure many of you are in the same boat – don’t take it for granted, cherish it!

Our Penthouse household goes on regular bike rides. We keep our distance. From other people.

We celebrated Easter in tradition.

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We had good quality nights out, whilst staying in.


But not everything was so lovely-jubbly

Of course, I want to reflect and remember the good things. Of course, I feel blessed and grateful every day about my circumstances. But I’ve recently realised the importance of voicing concerns and sharing difficulties: I’m not the only one who is going through this!

There’s been times when it felt tough.

First of all, the job. I know how lucky I am to have the job that is more in demand in times like these. I work in retail data analysis – what shoppers buy in supermarkets, specifically in alcohol. Consumer behaviour is changing every week, so we need to report faster and answer a lot more questions. There are a lot more time pressures than normal, and things are a lot slower, because everyone is trying to use the internet and connect to the VPN.  This is teaching me patience through so many opportunities of having to collect myself…

There’s been a couple of very late nights, which ultimately leads me to another tough self-check on my over-ambitious plans.

Because we’re at home, we get more time to do home stuff, right?! I can paint the wall, wash the carpets [insert your personal OCD]… WRONG. I’m not gaining the time I lose on the commute over the speed of the internet. And there is more work.

But what about all of those plans? All the videos I wanted to make? All of the arts/crafts/cleaning/shopping/etc.etc.etc. I was planning on doing? Boom, there it is, the  guilt or a super-planner and a control freak. So in time of isolation (or so I realised now), it’s more than important to allow things go.

Marie Kondo approach:

Would doing it bring me more joy? Will not doing it really make the world stop?!

Still learning, hey.

The toughest challenge is the lack of human contact

I thrive through social contact. I love throwing parties, I talk a lot, I work in a busy office and my jobs requires me to travel around the country and present to and train different audiences. I am a people person. My husband and housemates are amazing, but I need more people. Virtual just doesn’t do it for me.

The other day I was dropping some groceries off to a friend and we had a chat in the front garden for about five minutes (with all the distancing!). I WAS BUZZING. My housemate noted that I’m a true extrovert, because having a chat with friends really turned my mood around!

I miss people. I miss hugs. I miss pubs. The atmosphere. Ahhh, you have no idea how demanding I will become now of our group pictures.

I miss my bestie 😦


One more month.

This month will be very eventful, this month will be absolutely brilliant.

Because I want it to be.


Lots of love,



Endometriosis: my personal hell

I’ve been meaning to share my story for a while, but I didn’t have the strength… I was too embarrassed to talk about it, I didn’t want to victimise myself, or simply just not give an extra thought to this dreadful part of my life… And as a result I’ve been finding excuses not to post it. I’ve recently opened up to some of my friends and it’s been such a relief for me personally – mostly because they now understand what I’ve been and am going through.

So I’m sharing it here, hoping to raise a little bit more awareness about the condition that I’m stuck with: Endometriosis.

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What is Endometriosis?

It’s a very painful, sometimes debilitating condition, when tissue similar to that found lining the womb is found elsewhere in the body, usually around ovaries.  When it breaks down and bleeds, as it would in the womb during a period, it causes inflammation and pain.


It is believed that up to 10% of women live with the condition, with some left infertile as a result.

Here are a couple of guides that would explain the condition better than I ever could:

The Guardian – What is endometriosis? A guide

NHS resources

Endometriosis UK – Charity Organisation

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What’s my story?

I wrote about my surgery a couple of years ago, but a lot of things have changed since!

Ok, here we go.

You’ve all heard about period pains. Most girls who aren’t on hormonal birth control feel discomfort during their period and the level of pain can completely vary.

I was on birth control before, but I wasn’t happy with it, so in late 2015 I went completely hormone free. By the end of 2016 I was in great deal of pain – every month – to the point that I would have to call in sick at work. Don’t even get me started on how embarrassing I felt trying to explain this to my male boss, who has never even shown any sympathy. I went through the bureaucracy of NHS, being sent from GP to hospital nurse, back to GP, back to the hospital, until I finally managed to get an appointment with the gynaecologist, five months later; five very painful periods later.

The doctor suspected endometriosis, however they could only confirm the diagnosis via surgery. Which they did. And they cleared it out, put me on strong hormonal treatment to avoid re-growth and off I went to recover from the surgery.

The physical pain stopped completely, but my mental health started to deteriorate. By summer ’18, just over a year after the surgery I started to feel depressed and for the first time in my life I discovered what paranoia was.

Usually, it would be quite difficult to offend me. Usually, I wouldn’t blink an eye if the person I don’t care about said something negative about me. Usually, I would trust my closest friends.  But being pumped with the hormones changed everything. I became a different person: insecure, paranoid and deeply unhappy. I normally would be able to hold myself together in public, but if I had a couple of drinks, all these fears and insecurities that I’ve been guarding would explode over whoever is next to me.

I went to the GP, who advised against stopping the treatment and referred me to therapy, but it didn’t help at all, things were just getting worse. I’ve managed to alienate a lot of people around me and broke off a number of friendships. Christmas 2018 was the most difficult ever, and I didn’t even celebrate by 27th birthday (and I am ALWAYS up for throwing parties). I was miserable and emotional, even watching X factor would immediately put me in tears. Yeah, gross, I know.

So then in March ’19 I’ve decided enough is enough. My mental health is more important than treating endometriosis, and whilst it is likely to have an effect on my fertility, I needed to get back to ‘me’. Become myself again. Have a clear head and finally be in control of my emotions. As the GP would practically refuse to stop my treatment, I went to a sex clinic – and then I was free.

It took a good couple of weeks for the hormones to wear off, but I could already feel the difference. I slept better, as I no longer had nightmares, my communication skills improved and I started to feel truly happy again. And that would have been the perfecte ending to the mental health nightmare of nearly two years… but the physical pain is  back.

So for now, I’ll have to live with the pain of this condition, and keep going for scans, and maybe have more surgeries in the future.

But it’s not the end of the world, and it’s surely not the worst condition to live with, I just wish more people knew about it (and didn’t equal it to a typical period pain), so there would be less stigma and embarrassment to talk about it. Please share this and help to spread awareness!

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How do I handle it?

Ha! If you want an honest answer, you should probably talk to my husband 😛

On a more serious note, here are a couple of things that help me manage the beast:

Telling people what’s up

I can’t stress how important it is to not be alone in this! Most of my friends are now aware, and they are a lot more understanding of the bad week of the month. I’ve also shared this with my colleagues, who are great support on the days I can’t physically make it to work.

Know what’s your relief

There isn’t a cure, and there isn’t a specific medicine for Endometriosis. There are a lot of different treatment plans, so the best thing to figure out what works for your. I’ve got strong painkillers and hot-water bottles, comfy pyjamas and everything I need to improve my comfort on the dark days. When they come, I’m prepared and ready, so it’s easier to bear!

Focus on the positives

It could be worse. It’s manageable. And in my case, I have a clear head, stronger mental health and I’m finally in a happy place.


Lots of love,



What International Women’s Day means to me

Today is International Women’s Day – which falls on 8th of March every year, and I grew up knowing this. In all post-Soviet countries, the tradition stayed the same for years:

This is the day when men show their appreciation for women they love. 

The flower shops would be flooded by men of all ages, and all of them are getting flowers for all of the important women in their lives: mothers, sisters, wives, daughters and friends.  Many boys would be getting flowers for their favourite teachers.

My mum would have an arrangement with a florist, so when the men of our family went to buy flowers, they would all be same height and type.. basically so you don’t get a bunch of mismatched flowers!

Many would gift a single flower – often a rose – but in our household it was always tulips.

As a girl in my teens, I’d be getting flowers from my dad, grandad, two uncles, brother, two cousins, a couple of key family friends, boys from school, from music school, from karate… This was the day when you felt the love of all key men around you. But that was in my home country, in Estonia.

Interestingly enough, not many would say ‘Happy International Women’s Day!’; in Russian culture it’s simply “Happy 8th of March!’ – because everyone knows what that date is.

My first International Women’s Day, when I moved to England, was sad – I was terribly homesick, because nobody celebrated it, and the boys here weren’t brought up to know that flowers are a must on 8th of March. I shared my feelings with Ben, and that one year was the only year I was left without flowers. He’s a good egg ❤

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But now, 11 years on, a lot more people know about International Women’s Day, and the narrative has changed:

Women’s Equality

I love the campaigns that are run by great organisations that promote equality for women in many different aspect, and I love what local communities are doing. I love the rise of Women supporting Women, of #EachforEqual campaign this year and just how empowering this day has become. Most of all, I love the facts that this is the day to stop and think about most the important and inspirational women in your life – for both women and men.

But still, for me, forever, 8th of March is the day when I’ll get a sweet message from my dad and many other old friends from back home.  The day of tulips, appreciation and love.

I hope that each and one of you, ladies, got to spend the day the way you wanted.

Happy International Women’s Day!


P.S. Spot the Party Po

Lots of Love,



Looking for a new podcast?

I’ve recently got into listening to more and more podcasts – mainly because I spend a fair amount of time driving… So I thought I’d share with you the podcasts I’ve recently enjoyed; all available on BBC Sounds app. Listen up!


The Missing Crypto Queen

‘A story of greed, deceit and herd madness’


Have you heard about BitCoin? Well, Dr Ruja Ignatova – The Missing Crypto Queen – persuaded millions to join her  financial revolution and buy her own crypto currency – OneCoin. But then she disappeared…with all the money!

This is a real life, currently evolving story, and you can read all about it here, but I’d recommend to listen to the podcast- it’s really good – I’m hoping there will be continuation!

Who tells the story? Jamie Barlett, British author and journalist.

Available to listen here



Previously known as Brexitcast and Electioncastp082bfts

If you want to be aware what’s happening in British politics without getting bored or accidentally falling asleep, this is the podcast for you!

You’ll hear intellectual discussions on hot issues, and learn a lot, but that’s not the best part. The gossip from Westminster and Brussels along with the banter will make you LOL (or quietly giggle) at least once in a while.

Who’s chatting? Beloved BBC News correspondents Adam Fleming, Laura Kuenssberg, Katya Adler, Chris Mason and friends

Available to listen here



American politics explained for the Brits


Similar style to Newscast, but this one – you guessed it right (well done) – is about USA politics! With 2020 US presidential election race on its way, listen in for the latest gossip from the campaign trail, and learn more about ever so complicated voting system The United States have.

There is an A-Z on American politics episode, as well as deep dives into key characters, and contestants who might have to go head to head with Donald Trump, such as Bernie Sanders and Mike Bloomberg. All you need to know about American politics in a weekly podcast. Ideal.

Who’s chatting? Familiar faces and voices to all BBC News viewers Emily Maitlis and Jon Sopel

Available to listen here



Fake Heiress

Real life Gossip Girl story


If you’ve not heard of Anna Sorokin aka Anna Delvey, the girl who scammed Manhattan’s elite and is now in prison for it, trust meyou want to tune in to this story. After all, both HBO and Netflix are working on big time projects, all about this girl. But before it reaches our screens, listen to the podcast and dig deeper into the New York scandal with a mix of drama and documentary!

Who’s telling the story? Journalist Vicky Baker and playwright Chloe Moss

Available to listen here


I do hope you give them a listen if you haven’t yet, and please do share your suggestions in the comments below – I’m hungry for good quality podcasts!

Lots of love,


I’m twenty eight

I was the luckiest birthday girl this year. Twenty Eight. It seems the closer I get to thirty, the less scary it gets.

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At this age – late twenties (we can still say that we were in our twenties in the ’20s) – we get the best of both: we’re full of energy and still eager to learn, whilst already having quite a lot of professional and life experience under our belts. We already have our stories of accomplishments and successes and a fair share of heartbreak and many tough lessons learnt.

So I was happy to turn 28. Logistically, however, my birth-day turned into birthday-week. See, the big day fell on a Sunday this year around, and it would have made sense to celebrate on Saturday night, so my birthday starts right there at midnight… But it also would end right the next day! And I wasn’t having that, not this year! Plus tier one friend of mine was away with work, so I’ve decided to celebrate the following weekend.

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But as if this was up to me! My lovely Issy and Sarah decided to throw me a surprise the day before my birthday – Ben got me out of the house, and when I got back, the lounge was full of decorations and confetti (which – mind you – 2 weeks later is still all over the house despite hoovering it up every other day!

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As I’m writing this, the balloons are still everywhere… I’m too busy nowadays to take them off (that’s my excuse, ha)

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The cupcake face mask is from now on inevitable in January and May.

We then popped out for some drinks at Port Mahon and Half Moon where the I played the piano. I’m sure it was a poor attempt, but after all that wine I was on top of the world!

Btw, this is Benji. If you’re not following on instagram yet, you totally should 🙂

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The next day, slightly hangover, I was awoken by my husband to my new presents that I’ve wanted for a very long time! It got a new FitBit – I need to be able to try my fitness better – I can’t thank amazing family enough! The second present from my dear husband was a big surprise – we got amazon dot – I now have Alexa next to my bed! For year Ben refused to get Alexa – because they do listen. But from my perspective, we’re not important or interesting enough to be listened to as individuals! Plus – I have nothings to hide… Anyhow, now I can play Taylor Swift without having to even move a finger. What a lucky girl I am, huh?

For Sunday lunch we went to our wedding venue – The Crazy Bear – with my in-laws. As always, beautifully cooked food, seamless service, and live jazz. In the room where we dined for the first time as a husband and wife.

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And then it was Monday, and the working week started. We checked out The Oxford Factory with my team for my birthday lunch, and it was great – so much so we returned the following week with the wider team. Anyhow, the week was exhausting. Work is very busy nowadays, and for two days I was in Glasgow.

But the celebration day arrived – Saturday week later – and it was absolutely lovely, and for sure very memorable!

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We started at the Cartoon Bar at the Randolph Hotel, followed up by the meal at Acanthus restaurant. We’ve enjoyed our dinner and were about to go, as it started to… rain??? Yes, someone left the bath running in the hotel room above and our table happened to be right underneath the leak!

Imagine that? :O

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The final stop, for the final celebrations, of course, was The Oxford Retreat. I can’t thank the staff, but most importantly my amazing husband and friends for celebrating with me getting older yet again and making it so very special.

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Thank you all.

I’m writing  this, so that I can come back to it at any moment when I feel sad or anxious. I’m just so lucky to be surrounded by all these amazing people.


Lots of love,


Drafts & Notes:  Keep your opinion to yourself.

The other day I was tidying up drafts on this blog, along the notes across my phones and notebooks, and I’ve realised how much I’ve chosen to keep private; how I wasn’t ready to share so many thoughts and opinions with you.

Don’t forget here, we’re talking about me. For someone who isn’t afraid to be opinionated and unfiltered, the quantity of thoughts, hypothesises and notes that I wouldn’t dare to publish was astonishing. The reason they forever stayed as drafts is simple – Continue reading “Drafts & Notes:  Keep your opinion to yourself.”

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