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