May

I thought I would grab the chance to write this Sunday.

I don’t think I’ve written a post yet reflecting on a whole month so hope you enjoy.

Honestly it feels like it was new year only yesterday. We are already nearly through half the year! This year in particular for some reason I’ve been reminding myself to ‘seize the day’ as much as I can. I guess this is partially due to the fact that I leave school in three years and a bit.

This month I had quite a few opportunities to visit the sea, which I’ve fallen in love with by the way. One of my highlights when we visited the sea was when we walked along the beach in the late evening. As you know if you’ve been around since Christmas, I’m slightly obsessed with lights. The photo above showing the lights just doesn’t justify how special the place was.

A few months ago I would never have thought I would be able to balance seeing my friends and revising for certain GCSE’s. But I’ve been fortunate enough that everything has worked itself out. Fingers crossed next year is alright. If I’ve learnt anything from this in the school work area, be prepared. Revise beforehand and therefore you won’t have to work as much the days before your exams and you will feel more relaxed and comfortable.

If you’re going through the revision and exams period at the moment, just remember there’s summer. And give yourself a break every so often.



Stuck In A Hole

Maybe I’m the only one but I sense I’m not after talking to other people and reading what others have written before. 

Sometimes unconsciously I get trapped in this hole. There’s no way to escape until someone eventually walks by and offers me a hand. That can be quick or can take days.

I’ve noticed when I’ve been so busy dealing with stuff, such as, school, I’ve found it hard to write or come up with ideas of what to write. I’ve been wanting to write but I’ve just been stuck in this hole. I used to identify it as writer’s block. And I guess it still is. Just this time I think I know why it’s occurred.

It’s like when you’re ill.

When you are ill you find it hard to concentrate and do other things. Unfortunately you just have to be patience and wait to get better. I’m just having to hold onto that hope that when things do cool down again at school, writing will come.

I’ve been trying for a while to overcome this. But I fear that the quality of my writing has declined. I haven’t written the best I can and you deserve better whoever you are reading this. 

So writing enjoy your holiday. I’ll see you soon. 

Waking Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed

I stumbled across this post, which I wrote one or two months back, in my drafts and thought why not just post it. This may be an odd one or possibly helpful. Hopefully the later.

I can’t remember why or when I made the decision. But one day I woke up and decided to believe whenever someone says a mean thing or does something that is thought of as mean is due to the fact that they had a bad night sleep or woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I don’t necessarily mean this literally. But it reminds me that everyone has a reason for doing or saying something. A lot of times I don’t know what’s going on in their life away from where I see them or what they’ve been through in life.

Of course there are some scenarios where what someone does is not acceptable because of the scale and cruelty of it. But I believe that no one was born ‘mean’. The reason for what has happened isn’t always a reason to support what they’ve done but it explains why they’ve done it. I don’t believe anyone just automatically wakes up in the morning and decides to be 'mean'.

There may be situations which I haven’t thought of where what I believe is not correct or appropriate. But at the moment it enables me to see the world in a lot brighter light.  Maybe you could give it a go.

A Trip To Canada: A Holiday To Never Forget

not the best quality but I took this from the inside of our car behind the window :D

As a result of all these exams at the moment coming up, I'm really missing the holidays so I thought it might be nice to reflect back on a very special holiday of mine that happened a few years ago.

We all have that group of places or holidays that we cherish. I’ve been very lucky in opportunities to travel to different places in my life so far for a fifteen year old. But one place has stood out the most. Even though its been years since I went.

As you have probably guessed from the title of this post, this special place is Canada.

It all started when I visited Canada for the first time during my last year at primary school. I was lucky enough to spend three weeks there.

Inevitably my memories have started to fade since then but I want to make sure I never forget how happy and that I did have one of the best times of my life there. I can’t pinpoint one thing that made it. It wasn’t necessarily a holiday filled with a couple of amazing experiences. Every day just carried on contributing to making it THE holiday.

I guess maybe it was so great since I had no expectations beforehand. It was so special due to the fact that I could never have predicted what was to come and how it would make me feel at home but at the same time like I was in a new and intriguing place.

The photos above show that I visited many rural areas but for a few days I was fortunate enough to visit a city that I’ve forgotten the name of… Someday I want to go back and explore more of Canada.

Where do you want to go to in the future?

Growing Up



I'm still unsure if this photo works, if you have any thoughts can you please let me know in the comments below

I suddenly thought I’m going to be sixteen this year. I don’t feel any older than I did when I was fourteen. When I’m living day to day I don’t feel like I’ve grown up at all but when I just stop and think, I notice.

I’m no longer the shy, little girl who used to hide behind her mum’s legs. For one I’m too tall now to hide behind my mum’s legs but if I think about it so much has changed.

I once was dressed by mum. I couldn’t tie my own hair up myself. I once couldn’t feed myself… that was a long time ago. Sometimes my family reminisce over my childhood memories and ask me if I remember them. Unfortunately I can only remember a few. We are all constantly growing up even our parents.

To me growing up includes learning about new things. Many things we know now, we wouldn’t have known if our curiosity hadn’t encouraged us to investigate things. I hope that one day I can discover more things. Things I could never have found if I didn’t follow my dreams.

We all have our own paths. But we don’t each have one path. We come to many cross sections in life where we have to make decisions. Sometimes we make those decisions unconsciously.

Our lives are unwritten stories. Tomorrow is another page.

Moments

You can probably guess this was an accident :D

Life is full of a lot of big moments. But even more small moments. Somehow that makes us forget them more than the big things.

Somehow since January everything has been going so fast, especially the month of March. In less than a month I’m going to be sitting my first GCSE exam. It’s crazy. It feels like I was only in primary school yesterday.  

It’s made me want to savour more of the moments.

The other day I came across some photos from when my good friend and I went for a walk through a wood nearby before we headed into town later on over a month ago. I thought I could share them with you since you might enjoy them as it’s something different.

We never really anticipated it to be as muddy as it was. Well mostly I didn’t. I somehow once ended up with my feet in mud that met the top of my boots. Just to let you know my boots did survive… just. She was a bit brighter than me and wore trainers. Also it didn’t help that I fell off the path once and into the thick pools of mud.

Anyway how is your weekend going?

A Trip To France: Up & Down The Mountains

As I write this I’m tucked up in the corner of the backseat of our car as we drive and drive through a wet France on the way home. We’ve unfortunately run out of biscuits so are fighting over the last crisp packet. (If you haven't guessed I wrote this a while ago - I've been wanting to upload it so much but I wanted to get up to date so had to wait to write my trip to Belgium first but thought why not upload it a day early. Hope you enjoy).

A few months ago I visited a place in France where my Aunt and Uncle’s wedding was taking place. I wrote about it here A Trip To France: A Wedding. My parents just so happened to book our skiing holiday in the same place. The only difference from last time I visited was that snow had fallen.

I’ve never been on a skiing holiday where I have been able to see so little. For the first time it rained some days when I was up the mountain and I ended up coming back to the apartment drenched.

It just so happened that the sunniest of days was our last day. I even caught myself saying I was too hot. Unfortunately we had to cut the skiing day short to get on our way to the euro tunnel.

Apparently as a child I was fearless when skiing. According to my mum, from the moment I could ski, I would hurl myself down the slopes. I have one distinct memory from when I was little, I hurtled past my mum down the mountain and I could just hear her screaming my name but I carried on trying to go as fast as possible. I guess it explains why I find it so thrilling now to ski but only when I'm in control. It's rather scary, understandably so, when your skiing down a mountain and you go over some ice or something and lose control.

Have you ever been skiing or done a sport that you find thrilling?

A Trip To Belgium & France: A Trip Into The Past

A few weeks ago I visited France and Belgium on my school’s history trip. It was the most life changing and most influential trip I’ve ever been on.

We visited many WW1 cemeteries and the number of graves and number of men that had been missing in action or men whose bodies were never found was shocking. From early on in our WW1 history lessons we were given the statistics of how many men died in that war. But nothing, in my opinion, can really demonstrate how many lives were lost until you actually see for yourself all the names of soldiers who died. Even then I don’t really think we can completely understand and identify what truly happened in WW1 and the number of lives lost.

Every soldier who fought had their own story. It was so upsetting to see the range of ages of soldiers who died, even as young as thirteen, which is not much younger than me.  

One day I really want to visit every grave in every cemetery for WW1. Maybe it’s near impossible but I really want to make it happen. Very unfortunately many bodies were found but weren’t able to be identified as the name tags had been made out of, for example, card board. Therefore their families have never been able to know and be able to visit them. I don’t know why but I want to visit the graves so I can at least have acknowledged them and been someone to personally identify what they did in WW1.

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

The pretty amazing The Punk Theory very kindly nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Since the day I read that she loved Breakfast at Tiffany’s I never forgot her. She really has a huge heart and an incredible way with words. Thank you so much for nominating me. 

I nominate:

1. Alphabeth
2. Love, Emma 
3. Madeline McGowan 
4. Lovely. Jubbly 
5. Fill My Little World
6. Caitriona Tighe 
7. Colours And Carousels
8. Daydreams & Daisychains
9. Its Ellody
10. Tea.Toast.Fashion

And now here are 10 facts about me:

1. I don’t cook
2. I’ve tried a lot of sports but only one has stuck, sailing
3. However early I go to bed I still fall asleep very late
4. I tend not to delete anything… I should probably start to delete some things
5. My music taste changes just about everyday
6. I’ve never tried sushi
7. I have different coloured eyes
8. I’ve been addicted to Gilmore Girls for many years and I still dream of living in a town like Stars Hollow
9. I’ve never read the Harry Potter series (sorry)
10. If I like a song I will listen to it on repeat until I don't like it anymore

I Miss Writing

I miss writing.

Words used to be able to fall from my head to paper or a computer screen in this case.

Now I sit wanting to write but not being able to. I’ve been so busy lately either revising and completing homework or visiting another country. There’s been no time to stop. Maybe that’s what’s driven writer’s block to come out of its cave.

Whenever I needed to express myself I’ve gone to write. I guess this could be classed as a perfect time for writer’s block to creep onto my back. I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve come and gone. But it still hides in the shadows.

So much has happened recently that I want to write about. I fear when writer’s block decides to go on vacation that I will have forgotten the moments of my life now and therefore have nothing worthy to put down to paper.

I guess in some way as I’m writing this I’m hoping it will push this wall away, that I will be able to breathe again.

Anyway I have one day left until my skiing holiday is over and I will be on my way back to England. Let’s just say I’m really looking forward to my own bed. It’s been too long!