It's Been a Pleasure, Noni Blake

by Claire Christian

With her big blue eyes and fluttering eyelashes she’s like a deer, and I am equally torn between throwing something at her and protecting her from hunters.

‘You know what it was for me? Realising that there were already so many things in the world, even people, that were inevitably going to make me unhappy, and I didn’t know why I’d been letting myself be the main culprit for so long,’

The idea that everyone is on the same timeline and that we’re all striving for perfection is absolute bullshit. There’s always mess. Always. We’re always having to clean up, or process, something. All we can do about it is be kind to ourselves.’

I can be happy anywhere, I realise. Because I now know that I am the common denominator in my own happiness.