The mindless rambling of yet another Sophie

I love creative things. I love painting and sewing and knitting and writing and all those wonderful things. When was the last time I did any of those things? Honestly. I can't remember. My reason for not doing those things is often one or a combination of a few reasons. In reality they are just excuses to an extent. Let's look at the big one though - fear of the result/messing up. If you don't practice you never improve - simple. However, that hasn't stopped me from not practicing  because I don't like how something has turned out. I'll fawn over other artists and writers and go 'wow - I'd love to be as talented as you one day' fully aware that they have worked blooming hard to get there. So off I go to scribble something down aaaaannnddd.... instantly hate it. Now this isn't a new concept as lots of people say this. The dividing factor is the next step though. Create or hate. Create and you can improve to a point where you will event...

Hello everyone. It has been quite some time since I last posted on here and for that I truly am sorry. There was a point when I couldn't wait to write my next post and the ideas were stacking up and up and up. Then... nothing. I didn't want this blog to become forgotten or cast to the side like so many of my other projects and for a whole year I kept it alive (kind of). The truth is I'm struggling to find my words. I would call it writer's block but it's not quite that. Not really anyway. I can't find my words. I can't explain myself. I used to find writing as a way of explaining my thoughts but now I'm stumbling over them. Not just on the pages however but in life too. I'm not sure what has made me tumble back so abrupty to a past version of myself. Everything feels hard to explain and nothing is coming out quite as eloquently as I would like. I often feel like I'm grabbing words from the air and glueing them at random together in some vai...

Since I have started my fourth year of uni I have fallen catastrophically behind on writing up my lectures. In my defense I attended the majority of them and only missed them when I was unwell. Still - the end of the term hit and I am drowning in work that I need to catch up on. But Sophie - if you've attended them and made notes whilst you were there then surely you can't be behind. Oh but I can. My degree is a medical one which means a lot of content is crammed into every tiny moment that I have at uni which is very hard to cram for an exam (and believe me I've tried). So why am I telling you this? Well it is nearly new year's eve and I should be doing something productive and should have been "doing a bit of work each day to ease the strain". Have I? Well I think you can guess that one. Thanks past self - as usual you have been an absolute arse. Now you may remember earlier in the year I made a post about procrastination and foolish me for the umpte...

Dear September, You've come around quicker than I would have liked. That's not to say that I am unhappy to see you rather that I would have liked a bit more time before responsibility loomed over me again. It's hard being a semi-grown up. I've had to move out of the flat I have lived, nestled and hibernated in for the past 2 years to move on to new pastures. It's stressful but luckily with the help of a friend it was a little more bearable. Moving out was hard but moving in was harder. We had some bumps in the smooth road we expected but it's all sorted out now. All awkwardness melted away like the ridiculous amounts of ice that clung to the freezer drawers. Moving out ended a chapter in my life and as you probably know I am not good with moving on. I don't get that excited thrill but rather the urge to cling to the past and what kept me comforted. I don't like to be uncomfortable but it's something I'm going to have to get used to. I like my...

Dear August, You were incredibly hot this year. Even at my little home in the midlands I found myself running for shade when the sun was bearing down on me making sweat run like a waterfall from the peak of my nose. It got even hotter when I went to the coast to work on a dairy farm. That was quite the experience. The trains down there were terrible and exhausting but instead of the usual non-stop panic I would normally feel from travelling, regardless of whether it was going well, I had moments of just odd calm. I suppose I've started to accept that you can't control life sometimes. It's just taken me 21 years to start seeing that. The placement was hard work but it was enjoyable. I love cows and the sweet personalities they have. People often don't think that animals are that different but they are. Okay, that's generalising a bit. Most people will see that dogs and cats are different and everyone has a tale to tell regardless of whether they own a pet or not....

Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last posted and truthfully I have no other excuse but university. It would be better if I could say that I was on top of all of my lectures and other work and that was why I've neglected you... but I'm not. I'm been in a slump again creatively and although that's nothing new as the time passes I am finding it more and more frustrating. So I've decided to start this series instead. Now I cannot hold credit for the concept! I'm sure many of you have seen similar posts. What inspired me to make these was watching Carrie Hope Fletcher's " Letters to Autumn " videos. Before Carrie's "Letters to Autumn" there was "Letters to July " by Emily Diana Ruth and I'm sure there were others both before and after.  My friend Jenn has done a series of "Letters to anyone" where she reaches out to anyone and everyone from Jacqueline Wilson to Richard III . The concept isn't n...

University has been stressful to say the least but today I had a half day and found out that it was National Poetry Day. Today was also one of the few days I've had lately that a few sparks of inspiration have been igniting so here is my contribution. Enjoy!