I left my bed

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 ...