Happy Notes

Hello, you!   Hope you’re well, please do excuse my month long absence – clearly my ‘twice weekly’ posting schedule is just not something I roll with, ALAS, here I am – surprise! Over the last month, I have developed the habit of writing happy notes and leaving them in places, like books, for people to find. If you don’t know what a happy note is, essentially all it is is a bit of paper/post-it note/you name it, with a positive message written on it. I left these notes around a couple of times when I was sixteen but then the misery of life got the better of me and there was no more joy to spread, STOP YOUR TEARS, I’M KIDDING – I don’t know why I stopped doing it, to be honest, so here I am, back at it again, aged 21.   You may have seen these on Instagram   I regularly get into the habit of collecting things for a ‘creative project’… Sometimes I won’t even have a project, I’ll just see something and think ‘this could be so cool for something one day’ – I blame my mum and her many creative ventures. Just over… View Post

Not Today Sadness: The Ultimate Happy Playlist

Hello, you! It’s been a while… You should know that right now in my head after typing that, all I can think of is the opening of Britney’s big comeback song ‘Break the Ice’ where she says ‘it’s been a while… I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting… But I’m here now’ because clearly, you’ve been waiting with baited breath for my monumental return like we all did for Britney’s post 2007 resurgence.  Anyway, it’s been a bloody rough month. In my last post I spoke about how I was bored of recovering a month after my surgery, HAHA – two months on… I’m still recovering. I don’t know why I thought a ‘three month recovery’ would mean a couple of weeks to actually recover from the surgical pain and then another few weeks of feeling tired, GOOD LORD, I was wrong. It’s two months on now and I’m just bloody knackered. I’ve genuinely had some of the worst days of my life since my last blog post, I’ve felt incredibly lost and I’ve really struggled – in a way I never really have before. My second surgery absolutely obliterated me, I have genuinely felt dead… Like the only thing living about… View Post

Bloody Believe in Yourself

Hello, you!   I’ve been recovering from surgery for what feels like a lifetime now… Really, it’s just over a month but it’s gone SO slowly and things have been further complicated by an infection and the heavy painkillers. ANYWAY, because it’s been so slow, I’ve barely been into uni. For loads of people, I imagine this would be like ‘yes, GET IN’ because they hate going to lectures, but I’m a self-confessed nerd and always have been, I love to learn and I love to work. My name is Sophie and I’m a workaholic, etc etc. So for me, missing uni is like a kid not being able to go on the swings (yes, an analogy THAT sad) and I’m really struggling with it.     One of the things that I’ve noticed the most throughout this period of illness is how much of a toll it’s taken on my confidence. Frankly, it’s been obliterated. Anyone who knows me will say I’m a very confident person, so for it to take a knock says A LOT. Lately, I’ve found myself asking ‘am I capable of doing this?’ ‘what if I can’t do it?’ ‘what if I don’t do well?’… View Post

Put Your War Paint On

Hello, you!   Forgive me for any errors in this post, I’m writing it dosed up on codeine and morphine. I’ve been back in hospital this week and I’m now under the care of a consultant for further investigation – it’s all fun and games. Since I got home, I’ve been lolloping around in a painkiller haze, rocking my unicorn jimjams (don’t know whether to be proud or horrified that I own these age 20) and desperately trying to find a new series to get into. Something that has been SO important to me when I’ve been ill (be that mentally or physically) is PUTTING MY WAR PAINT ON. Just to clarify… by this I do not mean army stripes and tribal markings. I mean glorious MAKE UP. If you’re a regular make up wearer, like myself, putting your make up on, even when you’re feeling so shitty it’s almost beyond belief, can really help you to feel more like yourself again. People have sometimes said to me ‘are you seriously putting make up on just to sit in the house????’ but it makes me feel more like it’s a normal day. I’m not saying it’s going to cure you… View Post

For the Love of Gigs

Hello, you!   I don’t know whether you do too, but I bloody love gigs. Music runs in my family (I can hear my best friend saying the ‘no one runs in your family’ joke right now) and I’ve grown up surrounded by it so gigs hold a lot of value for me – some people prioritise having extravagant possessions, but for me, life is all about experiences. It all started at the youthful age of 9 where I attended my first concert – wait for it… Pussycat Dolls and Rihanna on their joint tour. I remember being rather amused when they kept filming Rihanna’s bum to put on the big screens – thinking about it now, it was quite an odd thing to do given that the majority of the audience would probably have been female and whilst we can all appreciate a good GIRL CRUSH, it wasn’t really what we went to see. Anyway, I digress… Baby me cried at feeling the bass in my chest (very autistic of me) because I didn’t understand what it was, but once I knew it wasn’t hurting me, I couldn’t get enough of it! Fast forward 11 years and I think… View Post