I’m Tanya, and I’m 39. I’m not sure quite how I feel about my proximity to 40, but I’ve heard tales of suddenly embracing the concept of IDGAF*, so at least there is that to look forward to.
I live in England, having grown up in London and moved to Yorkshire as a teenager. I have a slightly in unusual hybrid accent that all Northerners can detect as not being quite right!
I am married to my teenage love, who I met at a party in 1996, aged 16. I knew he was a keeper when I threw up on his new shirt and he still called me. (From a phone box, because 1996.)
I’m a mum to a 9yr old boy and 6yr old girl. Like most mums I know, I alternate between adoring them and tearing my hair out. Often within the same hour. But they’re honestly the best.
Since as far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to do two things: run my own business, and write.
Having grown up with two self-employed parents I knew the knife-edge reality of working for yourself. I wanted more stability than that, so I pursued a sensible career in market research. But I always had the nagging feeling that I hadn’t found my calling.
The trouble was, I was scared my writing wasn’t good enough. As a child, I poured my heart into letters and diaries and poems. I loved English at school, but fear stopped me taking it past A-Level.
Life and circumstances eventually lead to me quitting my career, and I built my own business as a self-employed Virtual Assistant. It’s a great fit for me as an organised planaholic who loves helping people. But this blog is my way of picking up the pen I put down all those years ago.
A few facts about me…
I have no sense of direction. It’s like dyslexia but spatial. One day this condition will be discovered and named, and I’ll feel vindicated.
I regularly argue with my SatNav. And I once got a ticket for being in a bus-lane… ON MY WAY to a speed awareness course. (I should explain: I did 36mph in a 30 zone that I thought was a 40 zone.)
I will happily read the most lengthy, deep, thoughtful books, but even if I watch a Disney film I need the plot to be explained. My husband is rewatching Narcos from the beginning so we can watch it together, and may be regretting that decision.
I’m a lifelong vegetarian but my husband and children eat meat. When I make my son’s ham sandwiches for school I have to use tongs.
I’m an introvert who loves people. I’ll happily chat to anyone about anything… *as long as* they make it 100% clear they want my company. Ask me to introduce myself to a strangers and you’ll find me hiding by a pot plant pretending to read my phone.
I’m a big worrier. I’m pretty chilled about the big stuff. But… tone of voice, sideways glances, what someone said, feeling left out, that family member who won’t follow me on Instagram.
(And likes, ugh, likes… which I completely confuse with *being* liked… this is the stuff that scratches at the inside of my brain.)
Things that make me happy include my family, our cat, food, chocolate, and being outside in the beautiful world.
I’m more scared of spiders than anyone I know. Don’t tell me they’re more scared of me!
*IDGAF = I Don’t Give A… and I have it on good authority that when you turn 40, this becomes your attitude. God, I hope so!