Through the tough times I have been working extra-hard to find little snippets and moments of joy. It hasn’t always been easy but I have found if you look hard and work hard you can find something to be happy about even in your darkest moments. I thought I’d share a few things that brought me joy during January up until this point. I may make this a weekly or monthly thing because I feel it’s so important to appreciate the little things and it’s good to look back on! (more…)
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This Summer it has been very quiet over at Pretty Little Finch. You’d be forgiven for thinking that I simply had nothing to share or write about, but in reality it has been a pretty action-packed few months. This Summer (for the most part) I simply decided to just live without getting the perfect shot and analysing every experience in a detailed 1,000 + word post. So yes, I’ve been documenting the good (and the bad) days over on Instagram, but I haven’t shared much of it over on this blog.
November crept in silently, bringing with it the cold chill of imminent Winter.
It has been 13 days now since I last sat down to write a blog post. After the frantic month of October I have been enjoying some much needed downtime and relief from all of the writing, photographing and editing. But today I felt compelled to finally sit down and share some thoughts; November is a big month for me and it deserves documenting just as October did.
October has been one of the busiest months of my life. Between moving house, working full-time and taking part in Blogtober, I’ve barely had the time to process it all. That said, it has been an exciting month – full of new and happy memories. As it is slowly coming to a close (I can hardly believe how quickly the month has passed!) I thought I would share my favourite things with you.
I lead a busy life and, as such, tend to become prone to bouts of stress. Combine that with my anxiety and you have a recipe for disaster. Because of this it’s really important for me to take time out at least once a week to focus on my mental health and have a nice pamper evening. Winding down and treating myself helps to calm me and lift my spirits so it’s something I always make time for.
On Saturday we finally completed our move. Although this has been an exciting time, it obviously hasn’t been without stress; we have found ourselves incredibly busy packing, moving, unpacking, setting up the house etc. In fact we’ve been so busy that I have barely had time to sit down for five minutes. Finally, on Sunday night (tonight!) I found a couple of hours to relax and have some “me time”. Here I am sharing my perfect pamper evening…
Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that make us stop and think about life as we know it.
Recently I found myself in such a situation, and it prompted me in to thinking about circumstance; about how we can’t always curate our lives no matter the planning we put in, no matter the hours we spend obsessing and constructing. I am one of those people who cannot stand leaving things to chance. I have to have a plan; even if the plan is wonky or flawed there has to be something in place – it’s what keeps my bones together.
When I was 15 I decided I would grow up to be a journalist. Although my plans altered and adapted as time and situations passed it was still a path I followed in my mind and in my actions. At a certain age I’d marry. Then I’d have kids. Then a dog would follow. Everyone thinks like that, to some extent – I’m not alone in my ignorance. In my mind there was a linear timeline of events that would pan out through my life; everything would happen in the order that I had imagined for it.
But then life threw a curve-ball at me. And then another. And another. On it went and each time something new and unplanned was hurled at me I would adapt – because that’s what we are born to do. The plan would be revisited. Re-imagined. Tailored to suit the new situation – for better or for worse. It wasn’t ideal, no. It wasn’t what I had originally wanted for myself; but it was okay. And actually, I was quietly proud of myself for being able to survive the things I didn’t think I ever could have. When a therapist told me that I was resilient I congratulated myself on it, thinking it was a strength I possessed that would see me through anything that was thrown my way.
But I was wrong again.
Because you see, even the best laid plans can fall apart. And even the strongest or most resilient of people can struggle to pick up the pieces after something bad has happened in their life. And even if you think you’re ready to take anything on, the chances are you’re not.
So when this latest bad news was delivered to me, I finally came to understand that although I thought I was prepared for sadness, upheaval, change etc… I really was not. And in part I still think it’s down to the fact that I hadn’t planned for this to happen so I hadn’t ever imagined it as a scenario that could play out. It made me think that I had a taken a lot for granted, just expecting things to be a given because well, I was too ignorant to imagine an alternative.
Now I feel as if I finally understand the fickle nature of life. And I’m just about beginning to wrap my head around the idea that you can’t truly plan a single thing in life; each day is precious and you never know what’s around the corner. But that’s not where this post ends.
I still believe in planning a future. I still believe in hoping for things. I won’t stop trying to carve the path I want for myself and my life even if in the end those plans don’t come to fruition. I won’t give up on my hope for a better future.
That said, I will appreciate and treasure the smaller things in life that I failed to appreciate and treasure before all of this happened. I will stop taking things and people for granted. I will not overestimate my ability to cope when things are tough. And I will take each day as it comes. Each day of rain, of wind and of storm.
Because like a wildflower, I will seek beauty in the bleakest of landscapes. Moments of happiness in a time that stretches ahead with uncertainty.
Like a wildflower, I will grow where I am planted. I have to bloom and strive towards the sun in order to survive- we all do.
I’m going to be diplomatic here; this wasn’t the best day out we’ve ever had (for reasons that will become clear later on in the post) however it wasn’t the worst. I really hate writing anything that could be construed as negative to a business; I’m not about throwing that negative energy out in to the world, but in the same vein I don’t like to lie/sugar-coat or pretend something was amazing when it wasn’t. So for those reasons I’m going to refrain from mentioning the name of the place we visited and instead focus on what we got up to. So here’s a little family day post for you!
It’s been a little while since I wrote a personal blog post and today I thought I would just check in with where I’m at. I like to reflect on what I’m doing every now and then as it’s good to look back and see how far I’ve come and acknowledge what I have achieved. I don’t think I do it often enough!
The other day I found myself feeling really down and depressed about my blog. I had been writing for over a year, putting a lot of time and effort in to good quality posts but yet not attracting as many views and readers as I thought I should be.
We are all guilty of it to some extent; curating our own lives and serving up only the very best bits to our friends and family. I guess it makes sense; who really wants to open up Instagram and browse hundreds of pictures of the daily commute, that shameful microwaveable meal you bought last Monday when you were too bloody tired to cook something wholesome or that crying in the shower selfie.