This is the end to my ‘Becoming 30’ so here is my final thoughts and sum up of my work so far enjoy Yenners. Feel it. Feed it.
A food for thought moment with the Yenner , if you don’t know it won’t hurt you….or will it ?
11 Steps that you’ll discover entering your 30s, you’ll not regret giving this a read
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This is a story about staying curious and seizing every Opportunity that comes when the moment arises.
My 30s are fast approaching and I’m sharing how I got here and how I’m perceiving this Next Chapter in my life. With advice and experience to those in their confusing 20s
So this blog is slightly off topic…there isn’t a particular theme or subject in mind for this one. It’s coming straight from my cranium…so brace yourself! Recently I have returned to work,it’s been a touch few months as I’m sure you’ll know personally. For me it has been battling with
A small overview of what the wave is and how it came to be for beginners like me …check it out
Another repetition of history is at hand. However this time for the greater good. And may it stay and remain for change. ‘Gay Pop’ was a golden era in the 80s, although not really classed as such until the late 90’s early 00’s. With this generation we have begun to
So here we are, 5-6 months into a pandemic and no vaccine, confusion at every corner and new normal starting to take effect. It all seems so new and strange to all of us, however this is not our first rodeo as we know previous generations have endured pandemics during
I sat in my room with complete block. There were so many things I wanted to write about. I drank my coffee and stared out at the world, all the protests, all the confusing elements for a younger generation who’s stomping their foots firmly in the ground saying we are
There was nothing better than being able to take a trip to your local video store and browse endless catalogues of nostalgic glory. There was always a certain atmosphere that gives me the goosebumps now. The hangout pit stop,new releases to grab in a frenzy so you could brag to
What is it about the Desert that has some type of longing whistful place in our souls? It’s a strange thing, I myself am from a country where they don’t exist. Northern Ireland isn’t exactly wasteland territory although we do have lots of green for as far as the eye