What Katy Writes

People tend to love one of three places the most.  The city, the country or the beach.  For me, it is most definitely the beach.  Yesterday I was in a crappy mood.  I was grumpy and restless and wasn't really sure why; so I grabbed my iPod, put on some shoes and headed down to the beach for a nice long walk.  By the time I got home around 40 minutes later, I was happy and settled again.  As I was walking, I noticed just how much more the beach is than just sand and water.  The water is like a living, breathing organism with constantly changing heart-beats.  Sometimes it is a slow, calm beat - small waves rolling onto the shore and teasing the sand as they slowly retract back to where they belong.  Sometimes it is a slightly faster, more irate beat - bigger waves slapping at the coast with every break, white foam left bubbling in their wake until they too, disappear as the ocean takes another deep breath and pulls them ba...

Change is inevitable.  From the moment you're born, you begin to change and grow and learn - and most of the time, this can be seen as a positive thing.  When I was young, I took change in my stride.  Obviously growing is something I had no control over, neither was the darkening of my hair or the gradual change from hazel to green colouring in my eyes, but once again as I became older, change became something that I would come to dread.  A lot of the time, things changing have resulted in really positive outcomes, but let me tell you, I have fought and struggled (and lost) against many of the things that have culminated in what my life is today.  I had to change schools when I was in grade 5 and I was absolutely terrified (which let's face it, is a pretty normal reaction for a 10 year old child who has created a comfort zone in one school to being moved to an incredibly different school in every sense of the word), but it turned out to b...

One of my friends on Facebook posted this picture the other day and brought to my mind something that I have been thinking about for months now: how incredibly fast time disappears and how little I seem to be able to do with a day before it's time for bed! It is now just after 4pm on a Sunday afternoon.  The threat of Monday morning is looming - back to the reality of work: getting up early, trying to squeeze in exercise and housework and cooking until once again it's Friday evening and the unwinding can begin. I never wanted to grow up as a child, and as inevitably I have, I truly understand why.  I loved school.  I loved seeing my friends, I loved most of my classes and I loved the little comfortable bubble that I happily floated in for fourteen years and then the slightly less comfortable, but still a bubble nonetheless, that I floated in during my three years of Uni.  I have been working full-time for almost...