Category: Lifestyle

10 Wonderful Things #2

In typical Lauren fashion, I started this gratitude round-up with the intention of it becoming a weekly thing, published the first instalment, and then buggered off on holiday for two weeks and forgot all about it. I’m a great blogger, aren’t I? And now as I sit here and write out this second instalment in the series, I’m considering scrapping it on the blog and turning into a weekly newsletter instead, along with a round-up of my favourite Instagram shots of the week. Let me know what you think? Is that something people would be interested in?

1) Holidays

Don’t think I could really do a gratitude post without talking about me lollidays, could I? An overnight road trip on the Isle of Skye followed by a week in sunny Cornwall. I’ve been a very lucky girl.

2) My Wee Car

Broom Broom (yes, I’m one of those arseholes, don’t judge me) came on both my holidays with me. My car used to belong to my Grandad and lived a life of leisure where the longest journey it took was from the garage to Asda and back. Now she’s been all over Scotland and even survived all the way to Cornwall and back without complaint. I love my wee car.

3) Well-Timed Travel

Fab weather in Glasgow, then to fab weather in Cornwall while it rains constantly at home, and then back for the heatwave in Glasgow once more. If that isn’t good timing I don’t know what is.

4) Cornwall’s Beaches

Need I say more?

5) The Sunshine

I, the pasty white Scottish lassie, have achieved a tan. Nailed it.

6) Exploring the Tastes of the World

Whilst I was down in Cornwall I got to taste some of the local delicacies. As a right foodie, I do enjoy trying new bits and pieces when I get the chance.

7) Slow Mornings

I’ve discovered that one of my favourite things in life is really being able to take my time in the mornings, giving myself the time to wake up and really just set myself up for the day. I’m more productive in the evenings, so I’ve no need to be up and ready to work at the crack of dawn anyway.

8) The Slow Sunday Club

One of the reasons I got into blogging and Instagram was to engender and find community and a place of belonging. I’ve found myself some groups that I’m loving being involved in. The Slow Sunday Club sends out their newsletter every Sunday, and I always look forward to it landing in my inbox. As an added bonus, my shots have been featured in the #slowsundayclub top 5 on Instagram for the past two weeks! Loving life!

Today has been a rather wonderful relaxing day. I had a wonderful long lie (which I may regret when my body gets a fright a 6am tomorrow morning) then spent a little time wandering the shops before heading into uni. So, so proud of @a_tonality for absolutely smashing her final recital of undergrad👏👏👏 if mine goes as well tomorrow I’ll be well chuffed. . Speaking of tomorrow morning, it’s my first public recital of university, and I feel oddly calm. Is this a good thing? Is it bad? We’ll find out tomorrow😆😆 . . . . #findingthejoyineveryday #theuncoolclub #slowsundayclub #flashesofdelight #blogandbeyond #thisishowihueit #reallifeandstyle #great_wide_somewhere #wandering_through_life #flower #flowersofinstagram #flowerlove #flowers #flowerphotography #flowersmakemehappy #flowersgivemepower #tentsmuirbeach #tentsmuir #scotland #beach #finalrecital #singer #soprano #officeoftheday #musicstudent #exam

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9) Blog and Beyond

This group is a Godsend. Whenever I’m feeling lost or confused, or I’m in need of advice of some kind, I turn to Charlotte and the Blog and Beyond girls. They always tell me what I need to know.

10) Acing Exams

I received the results for my final exam whilst I was in Cornwall, and it was pretty much the result I was expecting, so I am pretty happy. The comments and critiques were also all things I knew and have been working on, so I know I’m on the right track.

 

Tell me, I’m a nosy cow, what wonderful things have happened to you this week?

 

 

 

How I’m Managing My Anxiety and Depression

Disclaimer: I am in no way a medical professional. The advice I offer here is simply based on my personal experiences.

Mental health matters. This is something I truly, utterly believe. I also believe that opening up the discussion and just talking about mental health can have a massive effect on a person and their struggles. At least, I know it really did for me.

At it’s worst, depression turned me into a complete zombie. I struggled to get out of bed, and I’d spend periods just sat staring into space, unable to bring myself to move or do anything. I am a major Type A personality and perfectionist (although I’m also a lazy shite, but more on this later) and I think this may have been the only reason I got up every day and lived some semblance of a life. Being seen as subpar or less than was something that I just couldn’t stomach.

But there was no soul in anything I did. No emotions. I got up, went about my day, and spent most of my waking moments wishing I was in bed. I turned down almost every social invite I was given because I just could not face people and existing. When I was sat in groups or out with friends, I’d just be sat in the corner on my phone because making conversation was just too much effort.

My depression has improved, but I still have some bad episodes, and to be honest, at times the episodes are far worse than the extended period I suffered from in my second year of university.

With regards to my anxiety, I’ve always been an anxious person. Even as a child people always commented on how well behaved I was, when in truth I was just so scared of what people thought that I was terrified into inaction.

Sometimes, I find the anxiety is the harder to fight. I’ve lived with it for so long that I didn’t realise it was an issue until recently, whereas when I first began to suffer from depression I immediately sought out help to figure out what was wrong with me. My anxiety also tends to keep itself pretty lowkey – most of the time. It creeps along unnoticeable for quite some time before jumping out and knocking me flat on my backside.

Having realised, though, that these things are not an intrinsic part of my personality, and are in fact little angry voices living within my head, I’ve found them easier to live with. Instead of thinking that I’m broken and never going to be able to do the things I want, now it’s just a case of remembering to be kind to these little monsters sitting on my shoulders, and they, in turn, make living my life just that little bit easier.

An Established Sleep Pattern

I love sleep. So much. So much so that the idea of getting out of bed before 10 makes me cry.

Or it did.

My phone has a health app automatically installed, and when I told it I wanted to feel more rested it set me sleep goals. These goals simply involved me going to bed and waking up at the same time every day. I was dubious (waking up at half 7 on a weekend?! No thanks!) But I have actually seen a massive difference in my moods, and getting up early just sets up my day right. I actually get shit done.

Getting Organised

Organisation is a big one. Being organised gives you the upper hand over anxiety in particular. Instead of panicking about upcoming deadlines you’re vaguely aware of, being organised, writing them down and then actually doing something about them is so much better for you. That way, even if something does go wrong, you’re prepared, and you stand a better chance of succeeding without a meltdown.

Yoga

Or just exercise in general. Get out there, shake what ya mamma gave you. I know for some people in the depths of a depressive episode the idea of getting up and exercising is the last thing you think possible, but believe me when I say that the clarity and energy you can glean from exercise is priceless.

Yoga is so gentle and easy on the body you can sometimes feel like you aren’t exercising at all. That’s why I believe it’s perhaps the best form of exercise for those suffering from anxiety or depression.

Time Off

And not just days where I pretend to do nothing and just sit there like a vegetable. I mean taking days off to do something purely for pleasure, purely for myself. Not for the blog. No university work. Just me.

I think, especially in today’s culture, days off are seen as a negative or something to be enjoyed once in a blue moon. Taking a day for yourself is actually really beneficial.

Pushing through to burnout is not the most productive way to get things done. Take a day. A bet you’ll be far more productive when you get back to work after your siesta.

These are my little tips and tricks for making friends with pain in the bum and nagging voice sat on my shoulders. They’re not perfect. They don’t work every time, and I’m not perfect when it comes to executing them. I’m improving though, and that’s the main thing.

If you’ve any tips and tricks that you’ve found really help you then leave them down below as a comment. Let’s open the discussion and help each other out. This can only improve our chances in the fight for better mental health.

10 Wonderful Things #1

1) The Sunshine

What absolutely wonderful weather we’ve been having over the past few weeks! I’ve been able to get my summer clothing out and just really enjoy being warm for once. Shorts and skirts galore!

2) Picnics in the Park

On Monday Rosie and I packed up our picnic hamper and headed to Kelvingrove Park to soak up the sunshine. It really has been a very long time since I took time to go sit in the park and just relax.

3) Dining Al Fresco

I’ve loved being able to get up in the morning, have a refreshing shower, and then head outside to eat my breakfast outside. There’s just something so right about being able to wake your body up out in the fresh air and sunshine.

4) Body Confidence

I don’t know what brought it on or where it came from, but I’ve somehow found a new wave of fantastic body confidence over the past few weeks. I’ve had my legs out and just not given a shit. I’ve gone back to dressing my body the way I want and I’m just feeling great.

5) Fresh Flowers

I’ve been treating myself to a cheap bouquet of fresh flowers from Tesco to decorate my bedside table, and I am loving it. Fresh flowers just make any room look 100 times better, don’t they?

6) The Rain

Bet you weren’t expecting that. Yes, I have absolutely loved having the sunshine around and catching a tan, but that build up there at the end was just too much. I’ve needed it to rain for at least three days now, but better late than never.

7) Instagram Community

You hear so many people talking about the community and friendships you can build on Instagram, but for so long I just wasn’t sure. Recently, however, I’ve found myself starting and making conversation with so many new people, and I’m really loving the feeling.

So much so that I’ve decided to try and foster a community of my own. Use #wandering_through_life to tag your travel, lifestyle and just anything posts, and come join in the conversations.

8) Late Night Inspiration

Late night train journeys really are the best times for me to get the synapses firing. I’ve written two blog posts on the train recently, and began sketching another on last night’s return trip.

9) Great Reading

I recently purchased Laura Jane William’s book ‘Becoming’ on Kindle, and I’ve been loving it. I love how she’s carried her funny, candid truth through into her writing, and look forward to finishing it.

10) Screaming Strauss

Strauss is one of my favourite composers, and as I look forward to my auditions at the end of this year, I’m loving having a wee explore through the repertoire and selecting some bangers to have a crack at.

What has been the highlight of your week this week?

Afternoon Tea at the Blythswood

Last week my gal Rosie celebrated her 21st birthday, and with me being such a great friend (otherwise known as I forgot to physically buy her a present) I treated her to a wee spot of Afternoon Tea at the Salon in Blythswood Square Hotel.

Guys, this hotel is soooo posh! It was absolutely amazing. The décor inside is so luxe; it’s so elegant and chic. The chairs are all made of Harris Tweed, and the bathrooms are so swanky. I’m very much a person who judges a place by its bathroom, and the Blythswood did not disappoint.

The food was all so lovely, and the cakes were all delicate and very unusual in flavour; my favourite was the Lemon and Elderflower Sponge. Funny story; Rosie and I had asked them to box some of the leftover cakes as we were stuffed full. Well, did we not get up and forget our goodie box when we left. We rushed back as soon as we realised, but they’d unfortunately already cleared the table. However, because we’d gone back, they made us a whole new set of fresh cakes!

It was this kind of first class service that really made our afternoon. From the word go the staff were so lovely, and just the right level of attentive. We had everything we needed, but we didn’t feel rushed or harassed. We were allowed to sit there for 3 hours, chatting away, with not a care in the world.

When I placed the booking I had requested a window seat as we were celebrating Rosie’s birthday. When we arrived and were escorted to the table, I was overjoyed to find that they had also left a small slate on the table with a Happy Birthday message and some adorable little chocolates.

I would wholeheartedly recommend Afternoon Tea at the Blythswood to anyone, especially for a special occasion. It’s just such a spectacular location, and the staff are second to none.

 

As a bonus, the Hotel are currently running an offer – Afternoon Tea for Two for £35. This is not an offer to be missed!

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?

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

 

RosieLondoner

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!

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.