I left my bed

I'm grumpy today so hopefully this question will cheer me up. These are not in order. I do not prioritise my love for wine over my love for my family. Though my father and my sister may disagree and laugh. 1- Tea I love tea. It's a cliché but it's one for a reason. I drink about 5 cups a day. My boyfriend would argue I drink about 2 with the amount I leave to go cold, but whatever. I also bought a unicorn mug the other day which basically makes tea taste better. My parents would love it if I stopped cramming their cupboards full of different flavoured teas I never drink, and flasks. My dad also "banned" me from any more "giant mugs" because they take up too much room. I've only got 2. He asks if I'd like a "bucket of tea". Now I've moved out, I am yet to take over my cupboard with oversized drinking vessels but my time will come. 2-  Wine, Vodka, Alcohol... Sorry, not sorry. I love a nice glass of red wine, or sweet rose and...

Oh my life, I barely know what I am going to be doing in the next 7 hours, let alone 7 years, so I think this will be a hard one to write about. Considering this writing challenge prompts are quite personal, i may switch to a different one, purely because I don't want to bore you with what I'm going to be doing within 7 years but would rather try and inspire people to be doing what THEY want in 7 years... But I guess that's a different post. 7 years ago today, I had just left college, dreaming of being a famous singer and having no effective immediate plans to put that in place but figured it would "just happen". I was in my infamous years of drinking mostly vodka, and partying purely for the love of dancing. The Confuser, the band founded by my college friends and myself were still gigging a little and life was grand and very not adult. Looking back, 17 was the most fun age for me I think. It was the age full of promise and I still had so much time ahead...

So it's 12.10am, I'm eating cold cheese on toast on the left side of my mouth. After a 3 day trip back to my home town, to have my tooth taken out (which is whole other disturbing story), James got back from work only to be a poorly pants too and fall straight asleep. I've spent about 3 hours thinking about Christmas presents, searching ideas and trying to get my brain into gear but of course, it's the unwritten rule that past 12am all of a sudden Pandoras brain box opens and it's all "Why didn't you do this in the past?" "Why did you do this?" "Why haven't you moved to a cottage yet?" "Are you a bad person?" And then you miss your dad and when you were like 14 and the only worry you had was sneaking Strongbow because 2 cans we're all you needed. Well, they weren't the only worries at all really but you know what i mean. I am sitting here thinking about how right now i am struggling to write much on what ...

I think it's pretty self explanatory where the name came from for my blog but incase there are any of you wondering out there, it's this week that it's been hammered home for me the most, possibly since i started my blog. The whole reason i started my blog was to pin point when i left the house and did something new, fun and exciting. To show me when i've actually lived life instead of slept or netflixed through it. This week i struggled a lot. Not to go too much into detail cos you know #personal but feeling like leaving the house or my bed was one of the biggest efforts i could make this week. It's not because i'm lazy. I love being busy, being proactive and learning but sometimes the black dog just wants to have a lie down and more often than not, he wins. It's not entirely down to that, i have been poorly in the truest sense of the word. Your classic summer to autumn transitional lurgy has been forever (10 days) coursing through my veins and out ...

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 ...

After trawling the internet for something to replace my redundancy in the up coming week and if luck would have it, something I am interested in, I came across an unpaid internship for the website www.thearcadiaonline.com  as a writer. The description said the main topics would be about culture, food, style and adventure.... uh yes please. Now I know people know me as such an on point fashion guru but what excited me the most were all of the other categories.  Literally all right up my street and what I love to blog about now. I did a simple covering letter, no frills, just explaining how i'd love to be considered for the role, how I have my own blog as something I really enjoy doing and how much I would love the experience. I didn't have high hopes as i've never done anything professional and I don't have a journalism, creative writing degree or the like but hey, if you don't ask then the answer with definitely be no. In no less than 2 days, I had a repl...