The mindless rambling of yet another Sophie

You know that saying about buses? That's how my blog posts are right now. You don't see one for ages and then they all come at once. That's how my brain has been working lately. Sometimes I could just write post after post after post and I stop myself before I burn out. Other times I want to write and the time ticks on and on and nothing happens. Sometimes something else spurs me on such as seeing a blog post from another creator I haven't seen post in a while, or something particularly interesting like a topic discussed over coffee. Often what spurs me on is procrastination. Oh here we go again. She's using the P word again. Yes I am unfortunately! But we aren't going to dwell on it today. Instead we're going to talk about Big Magic. Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear is a book by Elizabeth Gilbert which I read at the very beginning of last year. The first of the 4 only books I read in 2017 to be exact. It has some interesting concepts on how idea...

For years I was the girl with long hair. It was long and somewhat curly and wavy and downright unruly. I had a crown of curls at the front of my head that my mum affectionately called my lion's mane. Let's flashback briefly to 2008 ish. I cut my hair off. I didn't realise donation was a thing so that didn't happen and I effectively went for Victoria Beckham's haircut of the time. It was a long bob that was a little bit shorter at the back than the front. If I didn't straighten it I didn't like it. So for quite a few mornings I would half heartedly straighten the back (far too much effort) and that was it. From there I let it grow out again and like in my childhood sometimes went YEARS without getting it cut. Now we are in 2013 and I am heading off to university and it's all very exciting. I learn about The Little Princess Trust which is a place you can donate your hair to that make wigs for girls and boys. For sometime I had been toying with the...

I've often read and been told that journaling is good for the brain and the soul. Writing down your thoughts each day is 'something successful people do'. It's also something done by mental health conscious people and those who want to appear intelligent and those who just really enjoy keeping a diary and those who are young and those who are old. Yet despite all this I find it hard. I find it scary. It's never quite fit with me. Unlike young girls in the media I never really kept a diary for a life ruining moment of television tragedy. No secret crushes were sneaked between book pages nor hidden away with a padlock and key that was as generic as generic could be. I tried a little bit but it never stuck. It's funny to see the very few pages I did write as they are always laughable. Once I wrote about our friend keeping us in a dungeon with a drawing of the school playground chalk snail (yes, a snail) that we had used for boundaries. Another page looks fake bec...

Right now I am in my revision period before my Christmas exams and as is appropriate for me every revision period I procrastinate and self loath so nothing is new there. When you're revising you sometimes need social interaction or just something to help soothe your brain. Despite the little work I've done my head feels full to bursting most of the time lately and sometimes you need to just catch up with a friend and talk...or listen. Whilst at university my friend Jenn was part of a radio show with 2 of her other friends (Ruth and Charly). Together they made The Trilogy Radio show which was recorded and some of the episodes posted online. I remember a year ago sitting in my old bedroom listening to their last ever show and just loving it. Today during a revision gap (that lasted far longer than the amount of time I worked) I was scrolling through YouTube, my usual procrastination poison, trying to think of someone who I could listen to. I checked off a mental list of the ...

// Trigger warning - death discussion.  Just thought I'd pop this here in case that upsets anyone. I don't go into graphic detail but just discuss my own fears. -- If you know me you will know that I love the fantasy genre. I don't care if it's books, films or games I love it. The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies are some of my favourite films and I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't gone through a Twilight phase in school. The interview with the vampire movie is also one of my favourites but I do desperately need to get onto reading the books (I know, I know I am an awful fan). As with a lot of other people in my generation the Harry Potter series is also of course a staple of my childhood though again I must admit I was late to the party when it came to reading the books. (Again, I'm a bad fan). But, if I really had to boil it down my favourites are vampires and elves. Now a lot of people like vampires for their Gothic portrayal and dark, sedu...

Moving is one of those things that is stressful and I don't think I've found a single person yet who hasn't had atleast one stressful moment whilst moving. I never moved house as a child however in my adulthood I have moved out 3 times. This time is sort of my 4th. I say sort of because we are putting our stuff into storage for the summer then moving back - we're in uni accomodation. Also, as a side note I've loved uni accomodation (stayed in 2 different kinds) and I know some of my friends have hated it so unfortunately it really is down to the uni I'm afraid. Anyway, the point of this post is to make a list of the things I've learned through my experiences in moving. Maybe you can relate or maybe you could learn/prepare yourself after hearing some of the mistakes I've made along the way. 1. It's going to be stressful. Accept that fact now and trust me you'll be better off for it. FINDING somewhere to live is hard enough and you think yo...