I left my bed

I am unsure what to do with my blog currently as I am being pulled towards more "real things" to talk about. I don't know what you guys prefer? But I'm being dragged by my emotions more and more away from my adventures and more towards things like psychology, body image, life and the pursuits of happiness. Nothing too heavy then. Whilst I was quite desperate to become a lifestyle blog first and foremost, as that's what I knew best, it started to leave me feeling empty. The joy I once had writing about the things I had done and seen soon started to fade when they became part of my everyday life. I realise now what I was really celebrating was my achievements of overcoming my anxiety, breaking out of comfort zones and emotional boundaries and throwing myself in the deep end. It wasn't really about what I was doing but more about the fact I was, and why and how I was feeling whilst doing it. I spend a lot of time now wanting to help people or make them smile and

Outside. I’m drinking wine as we speak. Whether it is the stress that uni is upon me, or the fact I now need glasses for activities such as the cinema, I can’t help but feel like this wonderful trip out contributed to how miserable I feel. Dismaland was everything I wanted to be and more. We arrived to Weston super- mare around 3.30 pm and had a nice walk along the beach with a drink before arriving at the queue. It didn’t look bad and luckily for us, we had the glorious sun to stand and wait in. I had to take all my winter prep layers off it was that hot and I am not a girl that likes to be without a jumper, #unessicarysweatpatches anyone? As we got closer to the kiosk, we realised this wasn’t your normal queue and it wasn’t your normal kiosk. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING 4 TO 6 HOURS, BUT IF YOU COULD JUST PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU CAN HAVE THE CORRECT CHANGE IT WOULD SAVE A LOT MORE TIME” bellowed a man with a megaphone. Shit. They are pissed off. I look

I was off on my first holiday abroad as an adult. I hadn't had time to be nervous, and at the time point also hadn't had time to be excited but as I was on my way to the airport, I knew my stomach cramps and the rain outside wouldn't dampen my spirits, only my clothes. I was all kitted out for Paris. i'd got my angry birds passport cover and had made a selection of BMA items to wear with Rosie. Including matching berets, a "best friend" eiffel tower necklace and matching olaf pez dispensers. That's pretty much you could ever want. We set off to get checked in which was a medium ordeal. The lady said she liked my burgandy hair colour and it was her favourite which was really nice and then she asked me to give my bag to this other area. Under strict instructions, i put my bag on some random scales and then pressed a door bell, which automatically opened up a hole in the wall where a mildly irritated and bored man took the bag from me and put it in a mac