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Today, I was reminded of how little things can make such a big difference. I went for a walk this morning—nothing dramatic, just a stroll through the park—and it felt like a reset. The weather w...

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Okay, so let’s talk drones. The mysterious ones buzzing over New Jersey. Apparently, they’re the size of a car, and nobody knows where they’re from or what they want. Classic modern-day conundru...

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Work today was… well, let’s call it eventful. Passive aggression was on the menu, served up piping hot by none other than Emma from marketing. It started with an email. The subject line read: “...

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Today’s highlight was definitely seeing Wicked. It’s the kind of thing where you know the songs so well already, you half-worry it won’t live up to the hype—but it absolutely did. Not without so...

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Up before the sun this morning—6:30 a.m., to be exact. Sundays always feel like a reset button, don’t they? The kind of day where you can trick yourself into believing you’ll start the week as a...

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I let myself sleep in this morning—well, if you can call 7:30 a.m. sleeping in. It’s funny, isn’t it? The idea of indulgence changes when you’re used to a corporate schedule. Still, it felt luxu...

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The alarm went off at 5:30 a.m., and for a moment, I just stared at the ceiling. Winter mornings like this feel like stepping into cold water—you know it’ll wake you up, but there’s still that t...

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Up at 5:30 a.m. again, because—well, that’s what you do when you’re a Corporate Slug, right? The world doesn’t stop, so why should I? A quick yoga stretch, a coffee, and a scan of my to-do list....

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It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since the summer, to be exact. I suppose I could say I’ve been busy, but busy is such a predictable excuse, isn’t it? Everyone’s busy. It’s the currency of modern l...

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Still buzzing from seeing “Romeo and Juliet” at the Duke of York’s last night! The whole production was fantastic, the place was packed, and the energy was electric. The way they reinterpreted th...

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Crushed it this morning! Squeezed everything into the first half of the day like a financial advisor cramming fees into a client’s portfolio. Rolled into the office at a crisp 7:30, fueled by a t...

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So, dinner with Joanne last night. It wasn’t quite the relaxed catch-up I’d hoped for. She ended up running thirty minutes late, thankfully texting to apologise, but it threw the whole evening a ...

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This is turning into one of those Wednesdays where even the fluorescent lights seem to be flickering in judgment. The Anderson proposal – a behemoth of legalese and conflicting demands – is threa...

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Cracked open my eyes at 5:30 AM, the city still mostly asleep outside my window. Mondays are tough, but an early morning workout always helps. Hitting the gym early meant dodging the usual weight...

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The aftertaste of yesterday’s meeting still lingers. Shadowing Ms. Davies at that corporate takeover was exhilarating. Seeing the intricate dance of negotiation play out firsthand - the polite ja...

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Okay, so yesterday’s meeting with Mr. Harding left me feeling like a bowl of alphabet soup - jumbled emotions and all that. Shadowing Ms. Davies on a, well, let’s just say a non-standard client m...

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The insistent chimes of my 5:45 am alarm are starting to feel like a personal attack. But conquering the gym first means conquering the day later, right? Throwing on workout clothes and a quick b...

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The insistent chimes of my alarm dragged me from dreams of soaring interest rates. Another Tuesday; today, the porridge won, with berries and a sprinkle of almonds for protein. Yoga had to wait f...

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By 7:15 am, I was at my desk, a strong coffee (two sugars, essential) warming my hands. Mornings are for emails and reports, a well-worn routine. Today, however, a new client application sparked ...

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Sunday. No blaring alarm this morning; just the faint grumble of Mrs. Higgins’s vacuum cleaner from downstairs filtering through the floorboards. A reminder of how old this building is. (My flat ...

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Exhaustion settles in a pleasant way after a productive day. Today was about conquering the blank canvas of my flat – Operation Spruce Up (I’ve dubbed it in my own head). My first stop was Clare...

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Another Friday morning fueled by a lukewarm oat milk latte and the sweet, sweet promise of the weekend. My inbox remains a warzone, Johnson still freaking about his bonus, and apparently, there’s...

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