Hello my dear, I’m Jemima.
I’m a fictional character and I’m here to share my story with you.
Do you know those conversations you have in your head with other people? Those things you wish you said in the moment? Or those things you dream of one day having the courage to say?
That’s me.
That’s who I am. I’m the story of what can happen when you do or say the things you wish you could.
I’m your thoughts, run wild.
My story is your story.
My story is your unlived lives, made more real. All the roads not taken. All the dreams left behind. I’m going to take you there and help you imagine so you can make it happen in your real life too.
My story is your what ifs. The what now’s. All the possibilities that remain ahead of you.
Sometimes I’ll tell you about my life, and sometimes I’ll tell you the stories of other people.
I’ll jump on the lucky chances.
I’ll make the daring moves.
I’ll say what you wish you would.
A few years ago, I started to feel a deep rage building about where I was in my life. I don’t know if it was perimenopause starting, or the fact I’d turned 40 but I became hyper aware of things not feeling right in my life.
Things weren’t really wrong, on the outside my life probably looked great. Most of us have things pretty sorted right? We’ve ticked off boxes.
But something felt off. All my easy choices, compromises and the unconscious self story I’d been believing was making me feel caged.
The hard choices I hadn’t made, the conversations I’d shied away from, all of it came home to roost. I felt I’d given away my agency.
Those feelings get worse when I’m premenstrual. The things I’ve been putting up with suddenly seem unbearable.
More recently I decided to do something about it.
That’s what this is. Me sharing what I’m doing differently to change the trajectory of my life.
I’m a fictional character but I represent all of our stories. I know I’m not alone in feeling the way I feel about my life. It happens to all of us at some point. We get sick of our shit. We get sick of other peoples shit.
We get to a point when it’s time to start living our lives for ourselves.
Let’s get imagining.
(I’m so happy to be writing again! Rachelle x )