I’m Jo — a lover of Pepsi Max, romcoms, pink books and corgis.
Recently, I turned thirty-three. Not a dramatic age, I know. Not even an age that is life-changing, but after the year I had been thirty-two, I wanted to make sure this one was better.
I wanted to bet on myself.
But, to understand why, I need to stand in some truths. For most of my thirty-second year, I was depressed. I fought hard, I sought help, tried a few things, failed and fell down a bit more, but then, as always, the sun came out.
In March 2025, I found a therapist who understood me, the grey cloud drifted off a little, and I could feel the sunshine on my face more and more as I made little choices to choose myself.
That’s how we find ourselves here.
I began sitting with the uncomfortable feeling of: what isn’t making you happy (outside of how much my dog keeps shedding), and I came to the realisation that there were some things — some bigger than others — that were taking more than they gave. And letting them go would be hard, it would be tough. Because they were now part of my routine. They were crutches I leaned on, even if I didn’t actually need them.
So, one by one, I put down my drumsticks, my care, my kind shoulder, and I walked away.
And here we are, thirty-three, with a list of thirty-three things to do before my next birthday and one of them is this blog.
I began my first ever blog (pagesofthemoone) back in 2020, and it was such a lifeline and led me to meeting one of my favourite souls. I loved sharing my thoughts about books, but I also loved having a place I could share things that didn’t need to conform to just one thing.
Because I’m not just one thing.
I’m a reader, who loves nothing more than hiding from her husband to read; I’m a writer, who hopes one day to hold their own book in their hands. And, I’m a coeliac, who is beginning to bake, so I always have treats. And I’m someone who struggles with their mental health, and doesn’t want anyone to ever feel alone in theirs.
So, how could I ever find one place that fits all of that if I don’t make it myself?
So, welcome to Jo Moone — where one day my book may sit under “my books” — make yourself comfortable, we have thirty-two other things we need to tick off our list.
