NOT ALL THOSE WHO BLOG ARE LOST

One of the main goals which I set for myself at the start of 2018 was that this year, I wanted to spend more time writing, both for myself and for my blog. Now, I know we're only a month and a half into the year, but I already feel like I'm failing greatly at this goal. And it's getting me down a little bit. When I think back to why I started blogging 6 years ago, it was because I had too many thoughts bubbling up in my brain which I needed to get written down somewhere, even if nobody was going to read them. It was never about having the most aesthetically pleasing photos or writing on topics which were current, and which everyone else was writing about. So why am I pressuring myself into moving my blog this way now?

FOR THE LOVE OF SELF-LOVE

It's Valentines Day! Also known as 14th February 2018, also known as a very regular day in the calendar - much like any other. However, 14th February has, over the years, become the commercial day of love. A day for showing your loved one how much they mean to you (even if, really, we should all be trying our best to show that every day of the year anyway). I've had a weird and ever changing relationship with Valentines Day over the years. When I was single, it never failed to remind me of just how alone I was, and just how hopeless I felt. Now, in a relationship and with social media fully on my radar, it can feel more like a competitive sport. But one thing that I've noticed throughout all of my Valentine's Days, is that nothing has quite changed me like learning to love myself.

REVIEW: THE THINGS YOU CAN ONLY SEE WHEN YOU SLOW DOWN BY HAEMIN SUNIM

I find it incredibly difficult to switch 'off' from life and the swirling stream of to do lists which constantly seem to be piling up inside my head. Sometimes it feels like the point of life is to spend as much time as possible ticking things off of those lists. Socially, we seem to have this idea drilled into our heads that the moments which we spend between getting 'important' things done are moments which we should feel guilty for. We're constantly patting ourselves on the back for sweeping ourselves off of our own feet, seeing how much we can balance on our busy schedules and exhausting ourselves in the process. We feel accomplished by that exhaustion. But what I know that I personally can often forget, is to take a moment every now and then to reflect. To 'be calm in a busy world'.

I'M SORRY FOR CANCELLING OUR PLANS (AGAIN)


Let's just get this out of the way before we make friends - I am 100% one of those people. Do you know the ones I mean? The people who make plans with you weeks in advance only to flake on the day of the event for no apparent reason? Yep, that's me to a tee. And I promise you that I'm trying to stop doing it. I'm trying to become that person who stays at the same steady level of excitement right from when I agree to making plans, until the night before they happen. At the moment, I'm not that person. But I promise you, I have good reason for it.

WHAT I READ IN JANUARY


We made it to the end of January folks! I know everyone loves to joke about how long January can feel, but I can't remember the last time a month has dragged this much for me. I can't believe that Christmas was only a month ago... surely it should be August by now? But nevertheless, January happened and honestly, it was a bit of a weird one. January has never been my favourite month. It's cold, dark and cloudy, both inside of my head and out of it. But we've made it through and Spring and warmer, longer days are just around the corner. This month I tried to take breaks for myself more often, which means I had plenty of time to get through my seriously huge TBR pile. So, here's what I read in January.

HITTING YOUR GOAL WEIGHT ISN'T ALL IT'S CUT OUT TO BE

TW: This post discusses weight loss and eating

I've been on a journey with being able to accept my body ever since I was old enough to pick up teen magazines and start to notice that all of the beautiful girls lining the pages were tall, slender, and nothing like me. Since then, my body has grown and changed. Curves have swelled in places where they never used to be, some bits have got bigger and others have got stretched out, leaving marks on my skin as they did. The only thing which didn't change was my ability to compare. For every new lump or bump which I developed, those girls in the glossy magazines stayed the same, their perfections constantly scolding me.

REVIEW: REMEMBER THIS WHEN YOU'RE SAD BY MAGGY VAN EIJK

You know those days where you just need to know that someone else out there has a mind which works just as differently as yours does? Not in a 'thank god someone else has it this bad' way, but more in a 'thank god there's someone else out there who feels the same as me' way. When I first picked up Maggy Van Eijk's book, Remember This When You're Sad, I was having one of those days. When you just need someone else's words to fill up the corners of your head and remind you that things are going to be okay, they're not as bad as they seem and you're not going through them alone. And that's exactly what this book did for me.