Trying to put the world to rights. But first, let me take a selfie..

Selfie

The selfie. It feels like a relatively new craze but I know it’s been around for years. In fact, I remember many an evening after school spent doing my hair just right, perfecting my unnecessary ton of make-up and holding my digital camera at arms length in order to capture the perfect profile picture for my myspace page, eager to present myself as sultry and sexy but fun and intelligent too. Well, you know, as much as a 15 year old can be all of those things in one snap, or at all.

So as a teenager I remember it being the ultimate way to win over your latest MSN crush, but here we are, years later, and the selfie appears to have taken over the world, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

I mean, it’s fantastic that so many people are showing themselves to the world so proudly, embracing their beauty and bloody well showing it off – faces, hair, bodies, clothes, every shot a mini celebration of self. (Go us!)

But sometimes, I’m not quite sure that is how it goes, actually.

Because that all sort of contradicts itself when you question who the pictures are for? When the mini celebration is sometimes not really for ourselves but in fact just a way to see how many people will turn up to the party, or more precisely, how many ‘likes’ will be received.

Let’s face it, it’s not just our phones that vibrate when someone double taps our latest Instagram snap or gives our new Facebook profey a thumbs up, but a little buzz inside of us too.

What I’m wondering is whether rather than taking a step forward by celebrating ourselves through the selfie, we’ve actually taken 3 steps back by relying on others, sometimes strangers, to approve the way we present ourselves to the world?

It looks as though 15 year old me was seeking some kind of approval, that’s for sure.

My Myspace password STILL works!

My Myspace password STILL works!

Poor kid.

Now by no means am I against the selfie, nor am I encouraging it, but what I am suggesting is that we make the time, every time, to give that beautiful image looking back at us in the mirror our biggest thumbs up, before we give anyone else the privelige.

 

 

 

Advertisements

On saying ‘yes’ to…oh just a LIFE CHANGE!

Remember how I started to say ‘yes’ to life? Well, I may have gotten a little carried away and decided to say yes to quitting my job and travelling the world!

Oops.

Deciding to pack up my desk and spend life on a beach for a year might seem like the easiest decision in the world to make, but ducking out on a great and more importantly safe career, well that’s just crazy isn’t it?

I mean, to go from living at home with my family, a ten minute drive from work and my best friends, twice weekly date nights with the boy and a familiar face at every corner of my little world, to the other side of the big wide world, where everything will be different, is madness right?

At first I definitely thought so.

But you see, now that this is ACTUALLY HAPPENING, I’m beginning to wonder if it would be even crazier for me to stay exactly where I am.

Whilst I do love a routine – work, gym, friends, shopping, date night, drinks, staying in with a good book, repeat – I also love to be spontaneous, to meet new people, to be curious about the world, to do as little as possible for hours on end, to try new things and to be completely inspired, but my lovely little routine just has this habit of getting in the way.

So I’ve just gone and said ‘yes, go on then!’, and now me and the boyf will be heading for hot springs in New Zealand and island hopping in Fiji, for a cruise along the Australian coast without a single routine in sight. Sure, we’ll be in a tiny hot campervan for a while, just the two of us, every day, on a budget, where there’s snakes and spiders and scariest of all a suitcase for a wardrobe (OK, can I change my mind now?) But the thought of doing something I never thought I would or could? Well to put it lightly, I’m so excited I could bloody pop!

I know it’s not for everyone, HELL it might not be for me, but I’ll never know unless I give it a try. That’s why in 60 days from now (nope, not counting) I’ll be jumping on a plane for a big adventure down under, and hey, maybe even out of one too! (Sorry Mum.)

And, apart from the time I turned up to a hotel and I’d actually booked it for the previous night, oh and the one where I left my suitcase on a train and had to buy face wipes, pants and a toothbrush from the station, oh and that time in Paris where the tube doors shut on me before I could leap on to my friends and I had to wait for them to come back and get me, yeah, apart from those things, I’m all set for travel!

10 bikinis - that's enough, right?

10 bikinis – that’s enough, right?

Any words of support would be greatly appreciated – I’m sure you’ll agree I’m going to need them!

100 Happy Days – and a little non-filtered reality too.

I haven’t posted for a very long time. My main excuse for my lack of presence is that I was struck down with a terrible illness – a kidney infection – and though I have a slight tendency to exaggerate, I’m not lying when I say this was the worst kind of poorly I’ve ever been.

Amongst not being able to move for days due to the pain and throwing up anything I even looked at, it sent me a little crazy too (yes, crazier than usual). I found myself in a panic about what to do with Anna’s house extension (I don’t know an Anna, nor would I be of any assistance with her building plans) and I was also growing increasingly worried about what Breaking Bad‘s Jessie and Walt might do without me while I was ill – admittedly this could be down to a recent Netflix addiction, but nevertheless it was a strange and miserable few weeks.

I haven’t been completely off the radar though, on Instagram I’ve started the 100 happy days challenge. I’m loving taking the time each day to consciously note something that has made me happy that day. It’s all about appreciating the little things in life, small moments of the day that you are grateful for or that make you smile, which, after a few weeks in bed staring at four walls and feeling bloody miserable, has been a very easy challenge!

Here are some of the highlights from my happy days so far:

A Summer's Evening in the garden, because life is just better when the sun's out!

A summer’s evening in the garden, because life is just better when the sun’s out!

 

Tuesday Cocktails because, well we made it through Tuesday didn't we?!

Tuesday Cocktails because, well we made it through Tuesday didn’t we?!

A champagne breakfast on a day other than Christmas makes me all kinds of happy!

A champagne breakfast on a day other than Christmas makes me all kinds of happy!

Being able to get out and run again, it does make me happy..honest!

Being able to get out and run again – a sad, whiny, painful kind of a happy!

work & mondaysWhen Mondays aren’t so bad because you work with a bunch of crazy lovely people!

But, like the reality of my horrible illness that wasn’t very happy or shiny, life doesn’t always have a filter, and of course there are sad days too. Here are a few of my general daily rage provokers…

Finding out post-meal that this bowl of green leaves, shredded carrot, boiled rice and teryaki chicken is over 900 calories. Please lord how?!

Finding out post-meal that this bowl of green leaves, shredded carrot, boiled rice and teryaki chicken is over 900 calories. Please lord how?!

Trying to run again after lots of weeks off and shedding ACTUAL TEARS. To my boyfriend. Before, during and after.

Trying to run again after lots of weeks off and proceeding to shed ACTUAL TEARS. In front of my boyfriend. Before, during and after.

Just Mondays. Especially ones that start at 5am and end 16 hours later.

Just Mondays. Especially ones that start at 5am and end 16 hours later.

When it rains in July. Who is allowing this to happen and when will they be fired?

When it rains in July. Who is allowing this to happen and when will they be fired?

 

 

 

 

 

 

And when some days we just have a blank day that was neither here nor there. No posts. No words. No nothing. That’s reality and it happens. But, at least we know on those days that tomorrow can only be more colourful.

What are your happiest and saddest moments of today?