Why Asking for Help Doesn’t Make You Weak

“Can you help me?”

It’s a simple 4-word question, but for some people, this make or break question can be the hardest four words they can ever say. I was one of these people.

I like to think of myself as a strong independent woman. I can handle just about anything life throws at me, and, when life in all her graces decides to throw me the shitter of all curveballs, I’m usually pretty good at sourcing and implementing a solution all by my lonesome. I am, all in all, fairly self-sufficient. I’ve had to be. When you’re as stubborn and difficult as I am, asking for help really grates against the grain.

Over the past few years, however, along my journey of self-discovery and looking internally, I have realised something; asking for someone’s help or advice does not make you weak or stupid or insignificant. It actually makes you stronger.

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There’s that old saying:

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”

Yes, this quote applies to teachers, but also to learners. Halfass a job yourself and you’ll never really, truly figure out how you did it and be able to effectively and efficiently reproduce the result. Or even worse, you won’t even be able to finish the task you’re attempting, and have to give up in a broken frustrated heap. Been there, done that, not a nice feeling. Have the sense to ask for the advice and help of someone in the know, and you’ll produce a higher quality result every time.

Asking for advice and help does not show that you are weak and unable to cope, or that you are somehow inadequate or unworthy. It instead shows your intelligence, integrity and self-awareness; you know and can see your strengths and weaknesses. You know when soldiering on blindly just isn’t going to cut it and stop, put your hands up, and say “I need some help”.

The biggest barrier stopping many independent (read: stubborn) people, not just women, from asking for help is that to admit you need help is to admit vulnerability. I struggled with this so much. I put in so much effort into having my shit together and into being a strong, capable young woman. How could I possibly admit that I had no idea what I was doing? That I was incapable of doing it all? Wouldn’t that make me look weak and incompetent? Or worse – stupid?

The truth is people don’t want to see some invincible character that never slips or falters. Everyone knows this is a facade worn by those who in truth tend to be deeply insecure and are perhaps most in need of the help they cannot ask for. People want you to ask for help; it shows them you’re human.

Asking for help causes you to be vulnerable in the most painful way. In order to ask for help, you have to drop your shield and guards and admit that you are not superhuman. You don’t know what you’re doing. The workload you’ve taken on or been given is too much. Admitting that you’re not indestructible and can’t do it all is a level of vulnerability that many people, myself included, really struggle with. It’s anxiety inducing, and terrifying, and just plain uncomfortable.

But you know what’s even more uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing?

Suffering from stress and burnout because you just couldn’t admit that you couldn’t do it all. Not getting that promotion or raise or audition just because you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for a little advice and mentoring.

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Asking for help is hard, but the results of not doing so are even worse. Take my advice; ask. You’ll feel like crap – the first few times. Eventually, common sense and the wonderful lack of stress and panic cause you to realise just how beneficial that help can be.

It’s hard. I get it. I’ve been there.

Just go for it.

3 Things: February 2018

Well, that… was a weird month. It started, hovered around in the middle for a minute there, and now suddenly it’s March. What the hell happened there?

I’m now into the second of three terms at Uni, and it’s a busy one. Even my transitions tutor wished me luck it’s so bad. Or at least, it would be if I hadn’t picked such fabulous modules this term. I have a history module learning about the music of Stravinsky (legend!) and I’ve taken a module that’s all about film music appreciation and analysis. How frickin’ cool is that?!

I’m loving work too. It’s been just the right balance of busy and quiet, meaning I’ve not been stressed out my nut worrying about not having time to get things done.

Lost my Mojo

I kind of felt like I’d lost my spark towards the end of the month. I didn’t know what to write for the blog, so I missed a couple of posts. I don’t rely on my blog for income, so it was no big deal to be unable to keep up with my posting schedule, but it was disappointing. I was really proud of myself for getting up one post a week in January. That was a big deal to me because I don’t think I’ve ever truly managed that before, especially as every one of those posts was written and scheduled in advance, which is something I’ve never managed before.

As I said, it was a little disappointing to lose my writing inspiration, but I’ve gone back to journaling every night before bed, and I think it’s really helping. Here’s hoping.

Chatting with Bloggers

I may have lost my funk when it came to writing for the blog, but I have got better at reaching out and talking to some of the bloggers I follow, which has been really great. It has been really nice to start to feel a little more like part of the blogging community.

You can sometimes feel a little like you’re talking to the wall when you’re blogging and posting on social media and there’s no response or comments from anyone other than your mum. But the bloggers out there I’ve spoken to have been so lovely and supportive and it’s just so nice to feel part of something. All it takes is a little bit of courage to reach out.

The Big Chop

Guys, I’ve cut my hair. Again.

But this time it wasn’t just a wee inch off the bottom and a fringe cut in. This time…

I cut 8 inches off my hair!

I can’t remember the last time my hair was this short, but you know what. I love it! Instead of the usual hour to dry my hair, it takes twenty minutes. Twenty minutes! It’s amazing!

So that was my February, however short it was. Did you guys find February flew by as quickly as I did?

My Favourite Perfumes

I’ve mentioned before that perfume, and smelling nice, is one of the things I have in my toolkit when I’m in need of feeling feminine. A woman’s perfume can make her. Our olfactory sense is linked to our memory, meaning a specific smell can spark a specific memory. Having a signature scent can be a sexy and often seductively mysterious way of getting yourself remembered.

That being said, what woman doesn’t like to mix up her scents when she’s feeling adventurous or flirty or seductive.

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Boss Nuit pour Femme

Top Notes: White Peach, Wet Aldehydes

Heart Notes: White Violet, Jasmine

Base Notes: Crystal Moss, White Warm Woods, Creamy Sandalwoods

It would be a little strange for me to do a round-up of my favourite perfumes without mentioning my signature scent, wouldn’t it? My dad bought this perfume for me as a duty-free gift, and it’s been one of my favourites ever since. I sometimes wear the daytime equivalent when I’m in need of something a little lighter, but this scent has for me just the right notes of subtle sex appeal. Sandalwood is one of my favourite scents; it speaks to me of mystery and sensuality, which are parts of my personality I just love to show and enhance.

Coco by Chanel

Top Notes: Sicilian Mandarin

Heart Notes: Jasmine, Ylang-Ylang, Tunisian Orange Blossom

Base Notes: Patchouli, Tonka Beans, Benzoin

Is there are more iconic fragrance? Truly? This fragrance inspires a desire for elegance, class and luxury. I just love this perfume. It’s my mum’s signature fancy fragrance. When she’s going out she adds a wee spritz to just upgrade the whole effect.

Yves Saint Laurent Belle D’Opium

Top Notes: Mandarin, Casablanca Lily, Gardenia, Jasmine

Heart Notes: Incense, Peach, White Pepper, Tobacco, Hookah Accord

Base Notes: Amber, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Now, this is an unusual scent. It is an unmistakably feminine perfume, and yet, a large proportion of the scent notes are scents you would expect to find in men’s aftershaves – incense, sandalwood, tobacco. Perhaps that’s why I love it so much. It’s perhaps my second choice for a signature fragrance, but it is a little dominant for daily use. Boss Nuit is a little lighter and more palatable, so Belle D’Opium remains my going out scent.


What are your favourite perfumes? Do you go for sexy, masculine fragrances like me, or do you prefer lighter, more floral feminine scents?


3 Things: January 2018

I can’t decide if January was the longest or the shortest month on record. Some days it felt as though time had just stopped, but the next thing you knew it was the end of the week. I am verging on deciding it was the longest though. There were too many days between December and the January payday. Way too many.

On a more positive note, I achieved my monthly goal; as of Wednesday, January is the first month in Wandering Scotland’s history that I published a post every single week at the same time. One post a week! It may not seem like much to most seasoned bloggers, but it’s a hell of a lot to me. I’ve never managed it before. It makes me feel like I can actually hack it at this blogging thing.

January has indeed been an enlightening month. I’ve discovered some newfound sense of inner confidence, which has meant that for the first time ever I’ve been communicating with other bloggers through social media, without the irrational terror of inadequacy that usually accompanies such interactions.

This strange new confidence isn’t just helping me online. I’ve been feeling more comfortable taking charge at work. I’m more at home in myself as a person. I’m quite comfortable now being myself, by myself and with others, not full of the usual anxiety and cares about other people’s opinions.

Where this new Lauren came from I’ve no idea, but I quite like her.

1. Good Friends

As many of you know, I am actually quite an introvert. Yes, I’m loud and brash and annoying, but I really like spending time on my own, inside my own head. It’s how I recharge.

Now, any introvert will tell you that once you realise that there’s nothing wrong with you and you just need to spend time alone to recharge just as extroverts need to be with people to do the same, you can get really bad at becoming a bit of a hermit and just never go out and spend time with people. Your own company is just so much easier to deal with.

But January 2018 has seen me spend probably more time than ever with other people, and you know what? I’ve loved it.

I’d been struggling with finding my place at uni and amongst my friends, but somehow I returned to uni with a clearer view of where that was. It was as me, not belonging to any clique, just being me.

And with that, I’m valuing people’s company more.

I feel comfortable and free being around the girls in my best friend’s flat (I practically live there myself I’m there that often). I’m happy with my friends at uni. I see their foibles and their flaws and I don’t care anymore. They’re being them, and I’m being me, and we fit in our funky mish mash of people.

I have so much to say about my feelings regarding my friends and relationships this year, so I think maybe I’ll put them in their own post rather than hash it out here.

2. Good Books

I have always been an avid reader, but over the past few years, the number of books I’ve been reading has declined. Nothing has been able to grab my attention enough for me to cut out time in my busy schedule to read, and I can’t be bothered adding a heavy novel to my already weighty backpack.

But before Christmas, I picked up A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness from my Gran’s mini-library after being intrigued by the title, and shortly after finished it and bought the rest of the series.

Reading, especially good, really well-written books, fires up my imagination so much and makes me want to get back to writing my own stuff.

So, thanks to Deborah Harkness, and following Rhianne from Little Novelist on Instagram and Twitter to keep my motivation up, I now have a novel (possibly a series) in the works. Watch this space!

3. Honest Teachers

Everyone knows that performers are bitchy. Well, at least the archetypal performers you see on TV and in Films. And spending so much time around musicians and performers, at least in a Conservatoire setting, has a tendency to breed low self-esteem and a feeling of inadequacy. It can actually make you a little scared to take risks and ‘show-off’ as it were, in case something goes wrong or people start asking “who does she think she is?”.

This is something that we all know but rarely admit, much to the point that you don’t realise that it’s actually what’s holding you back. Until your teacher tells you in class. And forces you to take that risk and show off. And you find that nothing bad happens.

It feels great.

Turns out all I really needed to light a fire under my bum with regards to my singing was a really good public pep talk from a teacher.

Anyway, that was January, the long-short start to 2018. I have to say, if that’s how this year is going to continue, then I am in fact definitely look forward to 2018!

How about You?

Film Review: Their Finest

Wonderously talented leads with a stellar supporting cast. A predictable love story with a shocking twist. Their Finest is a charming evening’s entertainment.

Netflix Bio

With public morale in war-time Britain at an all-time low, an ex-secretary is hired to write feminine flair into a propaganda film.

Cast: Gemma Arterton, Sam Claflin, Bill Nighy.

Director: Lone Scherfig


This is a lovely little feel-good film with a shocking twist and a bittersweet ending.

The storyline trundles along fairly predictably, with Gemma Arterton twinkling as lovely welsh lass Catrine Cole, an ex-secretary who is brought in by a war-time film production company to write the ‘slop’, the ‘inane’ chat between women in films. The production company takes up the story of two girls who stole their father’s boat to aid in the evacuation of Dunkirk, and the story follows the production of this propaganda film from the scriptwriters’ point of view.

If you’re looking for a strong female role model in the next film you watch, but don’t like the kick-ass, loud role models that many promote, the Catrine Cole is your feminist icon. Quietly fiery, Gemma Arterton’s Catrine stands her ground against Sam Claflin’s Tom Buckley, and guns for a more prominent role for the female characters in their film. Catrine is the primary wage earner in her home, pays the rent on her flat, and even rather bravely negotiates her salary, something female employees DID NOT DO! Catrine had previously accepted a wage of £2 a week, a wage she is blatantly told is less than her male counterparts.

Sam Claflin is a wonderful actor. I love him. And he’s wonderful in this part…all apart from the fact that Sam Claflin does not pull off bookish particularly well. He’s too good looking and carries himself too well. But it doesn’t really matter. It makes no difference to how much you end up loving this character.

As for the film and production itself, it is beautifully well done. The costumes are exquisite. Throughout the film, Richard E. Grant and his production company tell us that war-time Britain wants authenticity in their films. Well, Their Finest delivers on its own kind of authenticity. The film carries a 12 rating, which I believe is due to the authentic details of a Blitzed Britain. This isn’t Game of Thrones; there’s no excessive blood, guts and gore for the sake of exciting a childish, easily excited audience. However, this film is set in London during the Blitz, and the Director Lone Scherfig (not a director I’d heard of, but one I will be keeping an eye out for) does not let us forget it.

Catrine at one point gets caught in an air-raid. The bomb she survives destroys a local shop, throwing mannequins all around the street. In the smoke and shock, Catrine believes the mannequins to be other victims. Upon realising her mistake, Catrine is sent into a hysteric laughing fit until she rounds a corner and finds the young woman leaving the tube station before her lying in the rubble, dead. The body is shown fully on camera, with authentic injuries, but is done in a way that does not take away from the storyline. We are simply seeing the horror that Catrine sees, nothing more.

A similar situation occurs when Bill Nighy’s character Ambrose Hilliard is asked to identify the body of his agent, Sammy Smith, as Sammy’s sister is unable to identify the body. Sammy’s body (shown on camera) is badly burned. Again, this is clearly not done for effect; it is just the horror of the Blitz. Hilliard at first believes that the body cannot be Sammy as his agent was missing two fingers on his left hand, and the body before him has all five fingers. The nurse then apologises, but they “try to make a whole body…for the relatives.” This is the horror and the truth of the Blitz and is tastefully nuanced in the film. Not done for effect, just for ‘authenticity’.

The ending, oh, the ending. It’s so bittersweet and lovely and heartbreaking and… I won’t spoil it for you. You’ll just need to watch it and see.

Where to watch it: Netflix

My Favourite Blogger Instagram Stories

Instagram Stories have become my new passion. I can waste a good long while watching the stories of my favourite bloggers, and I’ve found that sharing my life on my IG Stories has become even more of a joy than sharing it on here. I just love IG Stories.

I’m a very visual person, and so Instagram has always been my favourite social media platform. But I’ve always felt pressure to share the ‘perfect’ image on my feed. You see all this advice from bloggers that, in order to gain followers, you have to stick to a specific theme, and your images have to be cohesive. I just feel that this causes more stress than anything else, and adds more pressure to your feed.

But I feel Instagram Stories is just so much freer. You can post all you like on there; there’s no pressure for your stories to be perfect. And if they’re not – they’re gone in 24 hours, who cares!

Bloggers have really taken Instagram Stories and made them their own. I love watching the stories of some of my favourite bloggers; they give a real insight into the lives of the people I admire and aspire to be.


Hannah Gale

Hannah Gale is, in all honesty, one of, if not my most favourite blogger. She is just so honest and open with her blog and what she writes on there, and I feel I can really identify with her.

Her Instagram Stories are just a real extension of that. She bares all – just-woken-up selfies (not actually-been-awake-for-three-hours-and-done-my-make-up kind of selfies, but real no make-up, just come to life selfies). Her stories are full of so many details of her life, and she doesn’t hide the daft, silly things we all do. In fact, she makes sure she tells all!

Check out her blog: Hannah Gale


Paris in Four Months

Carin is living my current dream life. She moved to Paris from Sweden for four months (hence the name of her blog) and then decided that  Paris was the place for her and in Paris, she stayed.

Her stories are full of such wonderful photographs of Paris and all the glamorous, fabulous things she gets up to in her daily life. I truly enjoy watching her stories; I love the elegant feminine aesthetic they have. In fact, they’re the stories I get most excited about seeing in my queue every morning.

Check out her blog: Paris in Four Months


Wish Wish Wish

The editorial skill and quality of Carrie’s stories are just so beautiful. I love the fact that every day has a theme and a theme song. These stories are just so well thought out.

I also love that Carrie shares some of her stories as videos; you really feel as though she’s actually talking to you, not just sharing for the sake of sharing.

Check out her blog: Wish Wish Wish



First things first – this woman’s hair is the bomb! I’m actually basing a possible new haircut on it. It’s just luscious and fabulous and so unique. I love it.

Rosie is always off wandering wonderful places. I especially loved her recent trip to the Tree Hotel in Sweden. A winter wonderland before my very eyes was a wondrous sight to see every time I opened my stories.

I really like The Londoner, and I see much of Rosie’s style in my own, so I love having a nosy at what she’s wearing every day.

Check out her blog: The Londoner


Colours and Carousels

Charlotte gives me hope that I have a chance to succeed at this blogging thing. Like me, she’s a lass from Glasgow, and she’s doing pretty well, I think.

I’ve actually found myself following Charlotte to some of the interesting places she’s found around the land of Weedgie. It’s nice to see a blogger talking and blogging about my city. It’s a brilliant place and seems seriously underrated by so many of the bloggers I follow, frequently choosing Edinburgh over Glasgow at every chance.

Check out her blog: Colours and Carousels

Bonus Points!!

Shameless plug here, but I have to say I personally love my Instagram Stories. I love the freedom I have to share my life with you guys, and you don’t have to watch the nonsense I share if you want, but it does fill me with joy to look and see that so many of you are watching them. It makes me feel even better when friends tell me in person that the quite enjoy the guff I share on there (so feel free to share).

Who else should I be checking out? Feed my addiction people!

Book Review: A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

I picked up this little number from my Gran’s little library when we visited on Boxing Day. It was the title that peaked my interest; I have a secret love of all things witchy, magical and supernatural. The blurb is so brief, it doesn’t really give anything much away, but I had a strong intuition I’d like it, so into my handbag it went.


A world of witches, daemons and vampires.

A manuscript which holds the secrets of their past and the key to their future.

Diana and Matthew – the forbidden love at the heart of it.


I loved this book!

I started out attempting to read just one chapter a night as part of a new bedtime routine, but by the 4th or 5th chapter I was having to force myself to put the book down, and eventually, I just gave up trying and flew through the ending.

The characters are so well rounded and fleshed out with great personal histories. The chemistry between Diana and Matthew, the book’s main characters, is palpable, and you just end up rooting for them from the very beginning. Diana’s fiery personality is admirable (even if does get her into trouble) and Matthew’s protectiveness, although a touch excessive, is so touching.

I actually loved this book so much I’ve bought myself my own copy, and copies of the sequels. I’ll let you know how much I fall in love with them as I go.

Find it here: Goodreads | Amazon

My Favourite Photographs of 2017

I know it’s now 2018 and I should really be looking forward to the future, rather than back at the year that’s past, but I fancied a quick trip down memory lane, just to help jump start 2018.


Singing or surtitles, which do I prefer??

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I spent the beginning of the year sat on the top tier of the New Atheneum Theatre in RCS, surtitling the Opera Department’s production of Handel’s Agrippina, a tale of intrigue, plots and schemes set in Ancient Rome. I enjoyed the experience, and it was great to have a bird’s eye view of the inner workings of an opera production. It truly was an enriching and insightful experience.


In February Rosie and I took one of our toss-of-a-coin adventures, this time to Brodick in Arran. The rail and ferry fare were actually pretty reasonable, and anyway, it was a trip taken with some wonderfully fabulous company. We got some really gorgeous shots as the sun cast a (freezing) golden light over our surroundings, and we got to see some local wildlife, including these swans and some rare sea otters just off the shore of the beach.


There wasn’t really much that happened in March, and, uncharacteristically, I didn’t take that many photographs. I was bogged down with essay deadlines and prepping for my end of year exam. One highlight, however, was that RCS was recognised as one of the Top 3 Performing Arts Schools in the World, and students got free cupcakes to celebrate!!


April 2017 was the year my mum turned 50! There was much celebration, including a family meal shared at Orocco Pier Bar and Restaurant, and then Afternoon Tea for the ladies at Cromlix House Hotel (Andy Murray was a no-show though).

Dad turned 51 a week after mum’s birthday, but grumpy won’t let me take any photos of him, so we’ll just have to settle with this little spread of prezzies and cards he got instead.


May is a hard one to choose just a selection of photographs because May was my adventure month, where I decided to just up and venture off somewhere. As a result, I have so many great photos that I really don’t know how I’m going to choose some favourites.

At the start of the month Mum and Dad trotted off on a wee trip away for their 25th Anniversary, and Mark disappeared off to Belgium for a Karate Trip, leaving me all on my lonesome. After finishing work one afternoon, I decided I didn’t want to just go home and sit on my tod, so instead, I hopped on a train out to Pollock Country Park for a lovely, sunny afternoon out. Following your adventurous instincts can really lead to some great days out.

Millport and the Isle of Cumbrae means a lot to my family, and it used to be that most years we’d take a trip down and cycle the island, but as time’s gone on and we’ve all got busier, that stopped happening. On another of my ‘why not’ trips in May, I hopped on the train at Glasgow Central and off I went.


I snapped this little rose on a sunny day at the stables with Mum. It just makes me think of peaceful sunny days with people we love.


July was NYCoS time! I love NYCoS time! It’s like one big, dysfunctional, musical family. I didn’t post much to Instagram much in July though, even with all the lovely photographs I took.

These little guys live in my aunt’s back garden, and are the cutest garden ornaments ever!!


It now seems that every year, August is my most manic time of year. There’s always something going on. Last year I took part in the Aberdeen International Youth Festival with RCS Voices in the first week of the month. A week of glorious sunshine, lovely people and phenomenal music.

And that was just the start of it.

Next up was a week of madness and mayhem known as Piping Live!, the international piping festival that takes place at The National Piping Centre every year. That was a week of late nights, Scottish music, and pipes. Lots of pipes.

To finish off my mad fortnight of music, I performed the Brahms Requiem with NYCoS in St Giles Cathedral, Edinburgh. On two hours of sleep. That part … was not fun. I had a two-hour nap in Costa’s whilst Jasmine sat next to me doing admin. The glamorous life of an operatic diva, y’know.

Next up was a holiday in the Scottish Highlands with the family. I love the Highlands, my spiritual home. So many wonderful photos were taken, but the ones on Instagram were my favourites.

Finishing off my chaotic August was our annual visit to the Blair Atholl International Horse Trials with Mum. We lucked out well and truly with the weather that day!


September was a quiet one, but it was the month I headed back to RCS for my 3rd year of Undergraduate Study. We kicked off the year with some Handel, Mozart and Beethoven in a concert with Thomas Dausgaard and the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra. Beethoven’s 9th Symphony is perhaps my favourite choral piece ever, and I was so excited to get to perform it again.


I love this photo!! Creds to Helen Corlett for her superior photography skills. This was taken at girls night at Rosie’s new flat, where we got to indulge in Rosie’s fabulously decorated window seat.

Oh, and enjoy Rosie’s cooking, of course.


I obviously get my adventurous spirit from my Dad, because this (rather chilly) visit to North Berwick was an impromptu idea from him.

The day after my visit to North Berwick, I flew down to London for my first ever girls holiday with the wife, and Katie introduced me to the wonder that is Cioccolata Fiorentine from Carluccio’s in St Pancras International Rail Station.

I couldn’t talk about my trip to London without including this Selfie.

There was a cold snap right at the end of November, and I couldn’t resist heading out into the Park to try out my new camera.


I kicked off the last month of the year with some Prokofiev. RCS teamed up with Scottish Opera to mount the Scottish Premiere of Prokofiev’s opera ‘The Fiery Angel’. Months of hard work and taxing rehearsals really paid off – the show was a great success.

I think the highlight of December, or quite possibly of 2017, was the fact that I passed my driving test!! Rosie the wonder bought me a new friend to keep me company on my long journies, aptly named ‘Broom Broom’.

My final concert of the year was in Hillington Park Parish Church, with some of the most talented young women I know.

Christmas was full of food and family, and the week in between Christmas and New Year just bled into one long period of time, but I could not have gone into 2018 without a final day out without my darling best friend.

You’ve made it!

Phew, that was a long one. If you’ve made this far I thank you for having stuck around this long. 2017 was a year full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Here’s to 2018, and hoping it’s even better than the last.



Dear Diary: Who am I Becoming?

So I’ve decided to use a little corner of this here blog to give you an insight into how my mind works. In these ‘Dear Diary’ posts, I will be sharing and expanding some of my journal entries, to let you see some of the mental ramblings going on in my head. I’m hoping that by sharing some of these there are people out there who read them and realise that they are not alone, and that some other crazy thinks the same way they do.

Dear Diary,

Trying to decide who I am and who I want to be has been a little difficult of late.

I was so sure of myself and who I thought I was upon my return to university this year. I had thought I was so sure of the woman I was, who I wanted to be, what I wanted to get done with my year.

It would seem, however, that something has changed. I have changed.

It’s hard to describe. It’s like a pressure inside my chest; like something just isn’t sitting quite right, like I’m a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. Things that normally wouldn’t bother me are starting to really irritate me, my tastes in things, in people even, have changed.

I felt it most on my trip to London. Glasgow, and Scotland, will always be my home, but there was just a strange energy in London. Something clicked in a way. The people and the city just seemed…right. It seemed to fit with me and my vision of how I see myself. Which in a way makes me feel really, really guilty. Like I’m betraying Glasgow and Scotland and home and all they’ve given me and all they mean to me.

Maybe all I need is to get away from Glasgow. I’ve been here for twenty years now. I’m maybe just feeling a little bit of cabin fever and my trip to London just felt like an escape, a place to breathe.

This feeling is making me question and rethink some of my life goals and big life choices that I’ve made recently. I still know the destination I want to reach, but the road I want to follow has become very foggy and unclear, and I’m just not to sure where to go. The yellow brick road has broken up and disappeared from view.

I think, in truth, that all that is happening is that I am beginning my transition into adulthood and making adult decisions, and it is terrifying. These periods of change are always uncomfortable, and you don’t always fit in the new space that the universe is making for you for a while.

But that’s okay.

We’re allowed to need some time to re-mould ourselves into the fabulous butterflies that we will be in our futures. We just have to deal with being very hungry caterpillars for a little while longer.

My Goals For November 2017

I’m now a week into November, which seems a little late to be setting some goals for the month, but ah well. I’m not really counting last week as existing in my Boss Babe plan. I was on holiday. Boy did I need my holiday!


But alas! Back to normality it is.

It took me a while, but I’m really becoming quite the goal-setting, goal-getting queen. I found a wee list of goals I’d set myself for 2017 recently, and you know what? I’ve achieved them all. Well, all but one, but I’m on course to achieve that before the year’s out (she prays hopefully).


Win NaNoWriMo

I’ve an essay to write, I’ve music to learn, there’s a diary of concerts, and I’ve barely put pen to paper so far, but what’s a list of goals without a ridiculously un-achievable one, eh? Even I admit 50,000 is quite out of reach, so I’ve set myself a goal of 25,000 – 30,000 instead. I’ll take that for the moment.

Make My First Affiliate Sale

I’ve been at this blogging malarchy for a while now, but only recently have I actually started taking it seriously. The fact that I’ve kept it ticking over for so long is impressive for a non-starter like me, so it’d be nice if I can keep working at it long enough to actually get something back from it this month.

Reach 100 Likes on Facebook

I’m so close! At the time of writing, I’m at 77 likes. Help a gal out?

Start an Email Newsletter

I have utterly no idea what I intend to put in this email newsletter just yet, but my email list is starting to grow, and I feel like I owe it to those who’ve made an effort to subscribe to my blog to make effort in return. Stay tuned guys! And if you haven’t subscribed…

Happy Movember lads!!