Well… here we are. You, me, a cup of something warm (I’m pretending it’s coffee and not the cold remains of one I reheated three times). I didn’t plan on starting a blog — honestly, I barely plan on brushing my hair most days — but life has a way of surprising you.
So, what’s this all about?
Think of it as a running commentary on my life: a bit of motherhood, a bit of self-discovery, and a lot of awkward moments I can hopefully make funny in hindsight. I’m a single parent trying to co-parent without losing my mind, rebuild my self-esteem, and maybe — just maybe — figure out who I actually am when I’m not wiping noses or googling “is it normal for a five-year-old to…” at 2 a.m.
Somewhere along the way, I realised I’d been editing myself — toning things down, smoothing out the messy bits, hiding behind the title of “mum” like it was the whole story. But it’s not. Not even close. This blog? It’s me saying, “Hang on — I think I’ve got more to say.”
I’ll be writing about:
- The chaos and comedy of parenting solo
- Attempting to co-parent without creating a Netflix-level drama
- My love affair with good food (and where that started, back in Poland)
- The weird in-between of not knowing who you are anymore — but wanting to find out
- What it’s like to start over, on paper and in real life
- And whatever else I feel like oversharing on the internet
This isn’t polished. This isn’t perfect. This is not the final edit. But it’s honest. And sometimes funny. And hopefully relatable — especially if you’re also stumbling through life trying to remember who you were before the school run, the bills, and the mental load of “Did I reply to that text or just imagine replying to it in my head?”
So if you’ve ever felt a bit lost, a bit tired, or like your personality might be hiding under a pile of laundry — welcome. You’re not alone. Let’s figure it out together.
— Julia
Julia
Writer. Mum. Occasional existential crisis haver. I started this blog because therapy’s expensive and my inner monologue was getting lonely. Expect honest thoughts, warm rambles, and the occasional joke about pasta.
This Is NOT the Final Edit 