I used to love to write, many eons ago, and so why not try to revive that whilst also reaching out, in some way, to the world at large?Īnd so here it is – idle writings borne from an idle mind. For socially awkward humans like me, a rich social life is anathema, and so I have to seek it in different ways. Of course for most people, these enrichments come via social contact. Upon researching its pronunciation we found that even the.
As you may know, our company name Cogito derives its origin from the latin phrase cogito ergo sum or I think, therefore I am courtesy of René Descartes. But in times of safety and plenty, these connections meant a deeper, richer, more productive life, a life where art and culture thrived. We get this question a lot, and the answer lies within the origins of the word itself. These connections were of course, crucial to actual survival of the species and the individual. Humanity has survived and thrived through connections with fellow humans. I think the answer may lie somewhere in the realm of man being a social animal. It has hobbled along thus far, and will somehow muddle through without the benefit of my profound wisdom. I hope she can help you too.Why does every man, woman, and child feel the need to broadcast their often worthless opinions to the world at large? Why indeed? The world at large certainly doesn’t care. In my small, supporting role in the theatre of life, Cogito Ergo Mum helps me like the part that I play. Once I went out sans pants.Ĭogito Ergo Mum’s never gone viral (although she once caught quite a cold) and she will never make me rich, nor famous, but she’s shifted the world’s perception of me a fraction: that’s all it took for me to like what you see. I’ve written guest posts and featured many times on the front pages of many parenting websites. I’ve spoken alongside some of my heroes and been introduced by one of the nations anti-heroes – Piers Morgan – when I did a bit of Vox-Popping on GMB. Through those doors, I’ve chatted with Mary Poppins, found joy in a steam cleaner, and had a poem I once wrote set to music and appear on a stage somewhere in Sydney. Not only did Cogito Ergo Mum allow me to do just that, but she then nudged me towards doors that I was never meant to go through.
It was a need to connect with the world on my terms. It wasn’t a desire to be a blogger, or an influencer, or a writer that brought me here. At the age of 37 I started to write, and out of from beneath the nappies emerged Cogito Ergo Mum. You knew who I was and I hated how you had me down, so I decided to put a few things down for myself. Not only had things changed, but you thought I had too.
I calmed myself on a lidl brand hob nob and finally accepted things had changed.
Once while at the baby group, I fished a piece of plum out of my 18 month old’s mouth to find it wasn’t a plum at all. Where previously I’d quaffed fizz in various airport lounges in various continents, now I struggled to get myself and the double buggy out of the door, across the road and to the parent and toddler group. But as my belly and then my babies grew, the rest of my world shrunk unimaginably.
Cogito ergo blogo Patch#
Weekly, my patch could cover a radius stretching from the south coast, to Edinburgh, with detours via Canary Wharf along the way. I thought life was hard sometimes, but it wasn’t really. The only juggling I was required to do was the laptop and the large latte. In the years before this blog, I embodied all the cliches of a 20 something with the ‘successful’ career. I started this blog in 2013 as an antidote to that: I no longer liked who I was becoming, or – at least – I no longer liked who you thought I was. How others perceive you is far much more a part of you than most of us might care to think.
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