August was probably my favourite month of the year. Brighton Pride weekend rolled around, and as always, it was pure magic made by that colourful community, and the kind of joy that reminds me why I love this city so much.
Mariah Carey in Preston Park was nothing short of amazing. The voice, the drama, the endless outfit changes… she gave us the full diva experience. What made it extra special was that it was my eldest daughter’s very first gig. Watching her wide-eyed as Mariah belted out the classics is a memory I’ll keep forever a rite of passage wrapped in sequins and high notes.
August also saw my youngest turn one, I mean how on earth did that happen? We had a bouncy castle, jelly and ice cream and I might’ve indulged in all three.
Somewhere in between the glitter and rainbows, I also managed to live out a teenage dream: seeing Oasis again. Yes, I wore the bucket hat (of course I did). And if that wasn’t enough for one summer, we zipped up to Manchester to catch Fontaines D.C. — raw, poetic and utterly electric. Music has always been my way of recharging, and this August felt like plugging straight into the mains.
Back at home, reality hit in the form of the school holidays. My eldest has been climbing the walls with so much free time to fill and fantasising over buying her 10th Labubu and watching KPop Demon Hunters for the 100th time, but we found a little peace at the Butterfly Sanctuary in East Sussex. Among the flutter of wings and bursts of colour, I was reminded that sometimes the small, quiet moments are just as precious as the big, loud ones.
Now September is here, and although I moan about the chaos of the holidays, I’ll miss the slower mornings and lack of school-run panic.
But September for me always feels like a fresh new chapter and, yes, I always buy a new notepad and pen! A chance to step back, walk away from what doesn’t serve me and try new things. So, I’ve decided — I’m booking myself into a cookery class, learning a new language, getting stronger through lifting, and I’ve decided it’s time to revamp my wardrobe and stop playing it safe. I feel I’m finally firmly out of baby brain and body, and ready to reclaim me again! But this time Bee Adamic 3.0.
