I've always been a little bit rubbish at reading. I tend to go through phases where I throw myself into a book but then can go for months without picking it up again. I know, I know, for a lot of you that probably sounds painful, but when you've got everything else in life weighing you down, reading, for me anyway, tends to be a pretty low priority on the list unfortunately.
I'm incredibly guilty of getting stuck in my routine. Particularly in the winter months, leaving the house can be a chore. When my weekends come round, after a long old week at work, I'm more than happy to sit in, in the warm and not move from my sleepy blanket cocoon. Now, as much as that sounds like a pretty dreamy set up for a lot of people (including myself...) it starts becoming slightly Groundhog Day-esque and the weeks start merging into one, with nothing particularly interesting happening from one week to the next.
Well hello there! How are you all doing? How're things? Long time no speak! Here we are again discussing how yet again I am failing at consistent blog writing... But here we are anyway...
September has hit and boy am I happy about it. Autumn for me is definitely my favourite time of year. I adore the cooler evenings, the crisper air and the excuse to crack out my immense jumper and cardigan collection (I seriously think I have a problem).
Hello, hello, hello! How the devil are you? How are things going? Long time no speak....
Life can get a little heavy sometimes. It can be so easy to let the daily grind of general day to day life drag you down and make things seem pretty pointless. We are all guilty of it and it's completely rubbish. I for one frequently feel it and it can be totally crap. You find yourself questioning your life choices and how you're handling this little ol' thing called adulthood.
I travelled a lot when I was younger. Me and my family rarely sat still, we were constantly on the move. I was taught at home for a lot of my childhood because we moved around so much so I'm used to not settling in one place. When I tell people about my weird on …
I don't know about you but every time February comes round I am incredibly bored of winter. It's one of those "meh" months. There are no particularly exciting holidays or events (I don't count Valentines Day as an important enough or exciting enough holiday, sorry! Pancake Day on the other hand, I can get on board with...) and the weather is never exciting either. We are all fed up of the cold and find ourselves pining for the spring that is oh so reluctant to make an appearance.
This post has been a long time coming. It's one that I really felt I needed to write. It's a 'personal life advice' sorta post, so apologies in advance! I'm not normally one for passionate posts and if you ask my friends and people that I know I am the last person they would turn to for advice.