The Most Productive Summer Ever!

These past few months for me have not been my typical summer, I suppose because I didn't really see this summer as summer, if you know what I mean. I finished university at the end of May and for the 2 months that followed, I was looking for a job. I found one and now... Continue Reading →


Teaching Myself To See

I've played that game with myself; partly because I enjoy scaring myself and partly because the fear makes me appreciate what I have. What sense could you not live without? My eyesight. No question. I would absolutely hate being blind to the point where I would not actually know how to come back from the... Continue Reading →

Sore Thumbs

I am the sore thumb. I stick out. I decided to go up to the park and draw the city from the hill. It was something I had been doing lately - a good way to hone in my perspective skills for drawing. So I sat there sketching and on the bench beside me a... Continue Reading →

Baring All

(An easy Sunday ramble read.) * It wasn't unusual for me to ponder the plausibility, truthfulness and very existence of my spirit animal on my morning run. My mind could wander. Far. I was a wolf. I'd worked out that much by going to a GCSE art exhibition at the age of 17. How, you... Continue Reading →

Travel in the Time of Terror

So I had this post lined up a while ago but I put it off for a lack of motivation because somehow the content of the post seemed: stupid. irrelevant. non-applicable. And then it became apparent that terror attacks whilst you were holidaying in Europe and other places was actually not as unlikely as it... Continue Reading →

But I Want To Be A Warrier…

I read a book a few months back called Mad Girl by Bryony Gordon, a wicked awesome amazing woman who has OCD. Reading this book wasn't the first time I had thought about worrying. I had been told by doctors that I was a worrier, firstly, which shocked me a lot because I wouldn't have... Continue Reading →

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