I am not the weight on the scales,
or the width of the tape measure,
or the size of my feet,
or the length of my hair.
It's NO secret at all that I'm a massive Disney fan. It brings me joy and entertainment and nostalgia and there's nothing else that really does exactly that for me. My bujo is pretty much my prized possession (in a 'it's coming with me out of a burning building' kinda way). Filling it in is soothing and helpful and makes my day feel complete, so it seemed natural to combine these two loves.
Passing my driving test was something that had seemed impossible for a whole lot of my life. Right up until I took my first lesson, I was absolutely petrified. Learning to drive for me was filled with moments of overwhelming anxiety (I wanted to cancel every single lesson looming over me), and absolute relief when I passed and no longer had to do it. The one real problem? Now I had to drive with no one else having a brake pedal in the car.
I never thought I'd be saying this but ... I've been buying fewer books recently, and I'm okay with it. I'm trying to condense my unreasonably huge TBR a little, and buying fewer books means that I'm less likely to get distracted by new reads.
I've officially been an 'adult' for six years and three months now. That's pretty terrifying. There's an expectation that once you hit a certain point (who knows exactly when this is?? 20?? 21?? 18??), you're an adult and there's no going back.
*This post comes with a trigger warning for the discussion of suicide*
Yesterday was world suicide prevention day, and it's something that dredges up bad memories for me, and it can be a little tough. But, it's a day that I'm glad exists because it starts up conversations that need to be had.
I've been struggling with the world of blogging for a few months now, and it really boils down to one thing: I stopped writing because I was passionate and got into this mindset of 'wow I want to be the next Hannah Gale' (no shade to her, because she is my QUEEN). And I mean, it's great to have goals, but I spent a whole lot of time thinking about my blog as a business: focusing on the numbers (and nothing else), looking for ways to make money, and trying to work out best how to market it.
Grief sucks. To put it lightly. Grief is one of those all-consuming things that I could never even express the pain of. Over the 24 years of my life I've been lucky enough not to lose too many people. However, I have struggled with the loss of both of my granddads (one of whom I saw almost every single day of my childhood), the loss of the sister I grew up with when she became ill and transformed into someone I didn't know, and the loss of a tight immediate family when my parents split up.
The title of this post kind of reminds me of all the Angus, Thongs, And Perfect Snogging books, but I'm going to roll with it.
September's here, bringing with it colder evenings and darker mornings. It's the start of Autumn and that time where we seem to get some of the most beautiful sunsets. I'm excited for things to get a little more cosy, but as I've got washing I want to get dry (extreme adulting over here), I'm also happy to have a few more warm, dry days.
I finally caved and read A Game of Thrones, the first in the series of books that the TV show of the same name is based on. I've been putting this off for just about forever because it's an intimidating book, but once I got started I remembered how much I love being utterly absorbed in the world of a long book, and now I've even bought the second in the series to get cracking with.
