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As of today I have been working for 395 days and it has gone by faster than you can say ‘regular money’. I think it says everything you need to know about how I’ve found working full time with the fact that I wanted to write this post for my 1 year of work anniversary on July 24th and yet here we are, nearly a month later.
It’s been a hot minute hasn’t it?
Blogging has yet again taken a back seat in my life - the story of 2019 - but I have wanted to type and get back into the swing of things for ages now so I thought what better way than a little catch up with everything that’s been going on.
It’s been a good month since we last spoke properly, if you ignore my Easter decor blog post which was very much a photo diary whim post to record for my own future reading. So let’s have a catch up shall we?
Another month has flown by and another month where I had good intentions of getting back in to blogging. I am sure you are as sick to the back teeth hearing me bang on about how I am too busy to blog as I am of writing it but here we are again.
A less wordy post from me today pals. I’ve been fretting about having these photos ready to go and no words to get out and then I realised - why do you even need words in a Halloween inspo post?
I want to get into the habit of absent minded blogging, of not fretting to make the perfect blog post, to just chuck some images for inspo up online and let you all have a nosey at my Halloween decorations.
But I digress, this isn’t about the state of blogging or where I’m taking my content - this is about Halloween for 2018 and the decorations I’ve collected over the year.
Will there ever be another month where I don’t apologise in my introduction and then do that blogger thing of saying “I don’t need to apologise”? I blogged a mere four times in September, an all time low for this site and I feel pretty shit about it ngl. I want to keep blogging, I have SO many ideas, I have photos to edit and bullet journal posts to write but no flippin time.
Whether we're a parent ourselves or not, we all know about Mum guilt. But what about the auntie's I hear literally none of you cry?
Well I'm here to tell you the auntie guilt is very much alive and kicking my friends.
Back in January I really had a think about how I wanted 2018 to pan out for me. You can read the whole blog post here but to sum up, I wanted this year to be punctuated with more happy, fun memories than stress which would be exactly opposite to 2017. I decided to be selfish, at 25 I had a big ol' realisation of what the next few years of my life might be like and I decided to intentionally put fun first, something we forget all too often when you're navigating first homes and savings and car maintenance and bills and life.
The mini beast from the east returned didn't it? I was out of the country (in Venice) when it made it's first appearance, though it didn't stop it delaying my travel plans. I missed the chance to photograph the snow the first time around so when Derek the weatherman (if you know, you know) forecast snow and disruption for a second time this weekend I knew it was my chance.
Yesterday morning, on what would have been a normal sleepy Sunday, Joss and I wrapped up warm in coats and wellies and woolies and took the dogs for a wander round the forest and the lake on our doorstep.
An open letter to my blogging friends - to the gaggle of gals brought together by one fateful picnic and a shedload of laughs.
I mean I kinda hate myself for the title of this post.
I have always shied away from wanky phrases like living a life of intention or practicing mindfulness, I get it, I don't hate everyone who embraces it but it's never been for me. I've always been of the 'live in the moment and you don't have to tell anyone about it to prove you did it' kinda mindset.
Don't @ me this whole post is about how I changed my mind.
For 2017 I decided to try a DIY Christmas wreath for our front door. We have a tiny one in the shape of a star I bought 2 years ago which is going on the back door this year so I thought I'd create something of my own to welcome our guests to our little grotto.
It's super easy, you don't have to be a artist and you can make it as cheap or expensive as you want (my total spend was £13.50 but I have loads of bells, bows and buttons leftover for future projects!)
When you're in your teens your friends, the amount of them and the calibre of them were seemingly the most important thing in the world. If you had few friends you were a loser, if you had loads of friends you were popular and if you were part of the 'cool' ones then all the better.
And then you leave school and go to university and graduate and start working life and those friends you had probably aren't your friends anymore and the rest of the world certainly doesn't know you were part of the popular crowd. Very quickly you're taught that actually it's the quality of friends you have that matters most over the quantity and having lots of friends isn't the be all and end all anymore.
But your friendships in your twenties are just as important as those in your formative years - they're just important in a different way.
My life/sleep routine is an absolute mess.
This weekend I was away in Dorset and I slept till 10am because I was just so physically and emotionally exhausted and being away from home gave me the opportunity to get it all out.
I am constantly tired, it's just some days are more tired than others and I have tried to curb it so many times - to no avail. So I've done what I know best; I've come to the blog to explain my lifestyle to you in the hope some of you have some cracking ideas to get me on track again.
It's Monday, it's a new week, it's sunny, I've got glittery nails and my birthday is rapidly approaching round the corner. If you're a regular reader you might have noticed that it's been a quiet one for me over the weekend. I normally blog every day or every two days but ya gal has had a 3 day break and that's why I'm here with a lil brain dump/catchup for you.
I feel like I want to blog and I want to get typing but I've got like a half hour window to write this and I feel like everything I have planned in my schedule is too big a deal for that. So I'm taking my own advice and just getting typing so grab a morning brew and a slice of toast with jam on and settle in.
Girls are super heroes - I have come to this conclusion over the years of both being a girl (shocker) and watching other girls. The things we can do, the things we can multi task, the things we go through and the things we put up with.....but we can't do everything.
Here's a list of things other girls can do that I've never been able to master;
I'll be 25 in October. My mid twenties. I will have left the 18-24 bracket for voting. I've grown up a lot (and haven't really grown up a lot at all). There's a lot in my 25 years that's stuck with me, like my nut allergy and my ability to sing Smack That by Akon, but some things I've definitely grown out of - and I don't just mean my babygros.
I am always looking for a 'start date'. I might track goals and have aims but motivation is my main struggle. My bullet journal habit tracker works for me (for most things) because it focuses me to have a tick box, I feel like a failure if I don't tick it every day. I am always pushing my 'start date', looking for the next new week, the next month, the start of summer, New Years, my birthday.... I don't need much of an excuse to create a start date to motivate myself.
What's this? The bullet journal flip through I've been promising you since January?? Yes hold onto your hats, I actually finished getting my journal going and sat down to photograph it.
My entrance to bullet journaling started last May with a generic A5 notebook and I became obsessed very early on. By the end of the year with half a notebook left I was trying to grit my teeth and just get on with a journal that wasn't working for me anymore. And then for Christmas I got given that journal addicts Bible; the Leuchtturm 1917 A5 with squared pages. In black FYI.
I tried for a fortnight or so to stick with my trusty old notebook and wait until I'd finished it to move onto my new journal but the idea of staring a fresh in January and the lure of that new notebook led me to realise, the beauty of the journal is it's flexibility. The whole point of the bullet journal is the ability to change it to suit at the click of a finger and so off to the Leuchtturm I went.
And so here it is! Finally! An (extensive, soz for all the photos) guide to my new journal for your pinning and saving and copying for inspiration.