Didi did it: a blog about doing things.

I am on what would be a 10-hour flight with my partner. The WiFi is not working and, as someone who always needs to be engaged, I am looking for something to do. We stumble on a multiplayer trivia game that is kind of like Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. We start playing, and between…

Yesterday, I went with a friend on a hike to Seven Sisters. We met up at Victoria Station at 10 a.m. Well, technically, because we just happened to be on the same Victoria line train heading there. We took the train to Eastbourne, grabbed a snack, and began the journey… which mostly involved getting lost…

Whenever I’m about to meet friends, especially when it’s a mix of people who don’t know each other, I always wonder what the interaction will be like. What will we talk about? Will it be fun? Will it be awkward? If they aren’t close friends, I start to feel a bit tense. Like I need…

I’ve always been against the idea of joining a run club. I started running consistently because I couldn’t find a tennis partner, and I didn’t want another sport that relied on someone else. I liked that it was just me and the road. For the past year, I’ve run solo. I’ve always been the motivation…

Life is a series of obsessions Life, for me, moves in phases. Obsession phases.I’m only writing this because I’m in one of those phases again — obsessed with something new. I’ve been thinking about it non-stop. Tinkering. Refining. Adding little details in my head, over and over again. I’ve had the idea for a while,…

I’ve been thinking about how certain groups of people only exist in phases. Like, timed communities. A set of people that are part of your everyday for a while, and then… they’re not. Back in 2020, I had my tennis crew. We’d hang out from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m., just looping between tennis courts, brunch spots,…

I was asked this and I’ve been thinking about the answer. Before I start running, I ask myself a million times why I even have to do this. Why can’t I just do something more fun? I’m stressed. I get up, get ready, stretch, and head out. I lift one leg up and regret it…

A friend was once describing a guy she liked and said he reminded her of her best friend. Not how he looked, but how he acted. His mannerisms, how he spoke, how he explained things. His gesticulations. That stayed with me. A year later, I realised I’d done the same thing. Or something close. I…

Over a month ago, I played paddle. I was so hesitant because it sounded like baby tennis. The racket, the court, the rules… meh. It felt like someone who failed at tennis and got kicked out of squash decided to merge the two for themselves. But I played it, and I loved it. There’s no…

What is a great flow? What should come after something? Imagine life as a carefully curated playlist. I was listening to one of my own playlists; songs chosen not for their tempo or typical radio appeal, but because they said something that resonated. After listening for a while, the order of the songs just made…