How Much Screen Time Is Too Much?

How Much Screen Time Is Too Much?

I can’t decide whether I love or hate the new iPhone feature that tells me exactly how much time I’m ‘wasting’ on my phone. It knows me too well. It observes my habits and aggressively lets me know that I spend half my life on my device, without me even knowing it. I had never really considered myself to be ‘addicted’ to my phone. I always thought I had a pretty good idea of how much I actually used it. But – the new feature tells me otherwise. I am actually very addicted to my phone. I mindlessly reach for my phone and scroll for what accumulates into hours in my day. I feel the urge to check up on my social media pages, checking for updates and something new to see. I’m always hungry for trashy celeb gossip, discovering new places and learning more about someone through their Instagram…

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Finding Comfort In A Rented Space

Finding Comfort In A Rented Space

As I take my final glimpses of our beloved Christmas tree, I can’t help but smile at the home that my boyfriend and I have created. Although we live in a rented two bed terrace, it truly feels like home. I don’t know whether it’s the recent festivities or the vibe of the place that has created my sense of belonging here. But, what I do know is, although owning our own place may be light years away, for now, this is what I call home. Renting is really tough. Before we found this house last October, I’d really struggled with feeling at home in a rented place. As a child, I moved around a little bit. I liked it that way. I am guilty of getting the moving itch. Once I feel like my time in a house feels ‘done’, I lust after new houses and start with my…

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How Reading Became My Therapy…

How Reading Became My Therapy…

It’s Jan 1st as I’m writing this and scrolling on Instagram reveals one gushing post about 2018 after another. I have actually really enjoyed looking at everyone’s round-ups and humble brags. I think it’s healthy to show yourself your highlights and reflect on how you spent your year! But here’s why you won’t get a 2018 round up from me… 2018 was a bad year. 2018 consisted of some great things – sure! I can find a silver lining in a pile of shit, but basically it was one of the worst years I’ve ever had. It was a year where I learnt brutal lessons; learnt how to grow and rise above poisonous relationships. I essentially just turned into even more of the middle aged person stuck in a twenty-something-year-old-body. It was a challenge. I don’t want to dive into what happened on this space because it’s too long, personal,…

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Unspoken Thanks: An Open Letter To My Mum

Unspoken Thanks: An Open Letter To My Mum

In our lives, there are a lot of unspoken thanks. They’re the ‘thank yous’ that we don’t think to say. We take some things in relationships as a given. After our massive family shake up this year, I’ve started to reflect on my life a little bit. Part of this process has been to recognise the things and people that make me feel good and that I appreciate. If I am sad, anxious, stressed or I need someone to talk to my brain will say – ‘I want my mommy!’. Even though I am twenty one years old, I’ll never stop wanting mum. A mother can comfort a child in a way that no other person can. There’s a natural bond there – she’s the person who we literally lived inside of for a good few months. That sort of biological bond cannot be broken, or at least, very easily.…

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Stability

Stability

Stability. I never really knew that all I wanted in life was stability until I didn’t have it anymore. I guess it was a bit like I’d been riding a bike with stabilisers all this time until someone came and hacked them off – bastard. I’m missing stability. For the first time ever – I’m not sure what’s going to happen from one moment to the next. Stability to me means being ‘in the know’. I do not like the unexpected. Correction – I would love to have a massive surprise birthday party…that kind of unexpected is the sort that I can deal with. The latter can piss off. Life is suppose to throw you a few lemons and you’re supposed to make lemonade, right? But that’s assuming that the lemons were in mint condition. No one ever tells you what to do when the lemons are rotten, infested and resemble…

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Why I Don’t Follow A Schedule Anymore

Why I Don’t Follow A Schedule Anymore

For as long as I can remember, I have followed a schedule. At school I had a battered planner and I even had a personal one for my social life. My schedule was what kept me together. It organised all of my tasks and kept me in check. My planner was kept daily and I had such pleasure in ticking off all of the things that I needed to do. I became a schedule addict. I have pretty much been keeping a schedule since I was twelve years old. It was drilled into me by my school to keep an orderly planner. We had planner check-ups to see how good we were at organising. Of course, I was top notch. I lived and breathed for the schedule! It’s only recently that I started to see the negative effects of keeping a daily ‘to-do’ list… My diary no longer includes all…

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The Life Of An Anxious Extrovert

The Life Of An Anxious Extrovert

My personality is full of contradictions. I am: an extrovert but, I am also anxiety. By definition I am an outgoing, expressive person. I am a socialiser. I am the ‘life of a party’. To be honest – yes, I love to socialise. I don’t enjoy my own space and I love to talk. I like talking more than I like eating. Talking is as essential to me as breathing. I also love to express myself (in a non-obnoxious way) and I do love to be the life of a party. So, how can someone who is completely in love with being the ‘hey, look it’s me, I’m fun’ person but also be racked with anxiety on the inside. Well, I think it stems from the fact that I grew into my extrovert shoes and I didn’t grow out of my anxious ones… As a child, I remember being crippled with…

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My Resting Bitch Face

My Resting Bitch Face

My resting bitch face is basically my face. When I am resting, I look like a bitch. I’d say it’s a pretty fair analysis too. I’m 20% tired, 15% content with my resting, 30% deep thinking, 35% not thinking about what my face looks like to you. My resting bitch face is something that I’ve accepted. Kanye West is a perfect poster boy for the look and apparently, so am I. A part of me is proud to give off an unwelcoming vibe because unless I’m smiling, I don’t want to interact. I’ve worked in customer facing jobs before where I’ve been genuinely swept off my feet with work and a cheeky customer has told me to ‘smile love’. Excuse me, dear stranger, but I am smiling on the inside but now you’ve made me pissed – I’ll glare at you instead. I honestly can’t help that my facial muscles relax…

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Maintaining Friendships

Maintaining Friendships

Ah, friendships. They have never been a breeze. Some friends are in your life for a long time and others are just taking part-time or temporary roles. At least with the part-time or temporary mates they sort of fizzle out. But, with the long-term friendships – you’ll do anything you can to try and cling onto your bond. So, why are friendships so hard to maintain these days? TECHNOLOGY I think that technology has a lot to answer for when it comes to the topic of maintaining friendships. We are constantly connected with everyone. I am connected with people that I haven’t spoken to in years. I get updates of their whereabouts, what cool things they are doing and who they are doing the cool things with. So, I know a bit about the people I haven’t spoken to in what seems like one hundred lightyears. When it comes to…

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My Love/Hate Relationship With Fashion

My Love/Hate Relationship With Fashion

It has to be said, ultimately I still love fashion. I wouldn’t have made a blog called ‘I Blog The Fashion’ if I hated it – that would be personal torture. But, as I have grown older, I seem to have developed a minor dislike towards the nature of fashion. Fashion by definition simply means a trend. Food can be fashionable but not in the clothing sense that we are used to (however, I’m sure someone could make an avocado clothing piece trendy if they tried). Fashion as an industry is fast-paced. You will wake up one day and jeans will be the best material to wear after it being the most hated the day before. Before you can even digest the latest fashions, the next season is flashing into your eyeballs. Once upon a time, I loved that about fashion. I still do love that there’s always something new…

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