The mindless rambling of yet another Sophie

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...

Now I am sure we have all been there when deadlines are sneaking closer and closer and we are wanting to get further and further away from doing the work. If like me you kid yourself into thinking you have plenty of time and then realise you have only a few weeks (or sometimes only a few days) you will have astronomical stress levels. Does stress = productivity? Sometimes! But usually....no. When we are stressed we want to do nice things, calming things, happy things! We want to read books, watch movies, go outside, eat lasagne and all that other good stuff. By now, having been in the education system for my whole life, you would have thought I would have realised not to procrastinate but alas I never learn. This post was going to take a different turn but funnily enough I procrastinated whilst making a blog post on procrastination. The original idea was for it to be entirely made of pictures where I would make the words 'Procrastination is an art form' however that did n...