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The Lowestoft Lookout is one of the many projects my scattered brain has took upon itself. It came about when I was working as a marketing coordinator for a local business but found myself struggling for places to advertise my events - so I made a place for myself. My new blog post is up on the wordpress blog right now so click below to give it a look!
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Every snow day without fail my mother would enter my bedroom and rip open the curtains and exclaim 'IT'S SNOWING!' or 'SNOW'S BEEN!' Snow for me signified something magical akin to Santa visiting overnight. You would close your eyes and open them to a completely different world. My Year 1 teacher used to keep us kids in check using the same kind of magic. It takes a special type of person to have such an invention as a magical sweet jar that keeps growing sweets in the cupboa
Or at least where to begin. Earlier this year I hit a brick wall in regards to my fatigue; I was taking baths in the morning and listening to TED Talks in order to try and motivate myself to leave the house. There was a trend however in the podcasts that I chose to listen to; they were all entrepreneurial in nature. I had never heard of the term 'passive income' let alone the use of the word 'hustle' in such an un-ironic sense, but it was as if all of a sudden wool had been l
(Me and my boyfriend when we were 18. 10 years on we're reminded that we've grown up. A lot.) There is a moment in your twenties when you realise that you are quickly approaching the big 30. Until recently I have frequently been mistaken for a person younger than my years. I'm not saying that to come across as arrogant or obnoxious, more rather to state the fact that for better or worse I have not felt quite like a real grown up most of my adult life. Sometimes the mask of yo
Sometimes things happen in our lives that profoundly change who we are. Though they are all fragments of a reality that exists only in our memories and the stories that we regurgitate to our friends, they create a patchwork quilt of our collective pasts and the legacy that we leave for others. I've been struggling somewhat since last year to found subject matter to talk about. With my life being a whirlwind of change everything that I wrote was attached to the emotions that I
Meet Floyd; he's cute right? For anyone considering buying kittens I implore you to reconsider. Aside from the obvious benefits to adopting a cat and saving it from a lifetime of homelessness and destitution you will also save yourself the trauma that I am currently enduring at the hands of these feline menaces: Now don’t get me wrong. When you first get your kitten you will melt at their incredible cuteness and absolute devotion to you as their new mumma. This doesn’t last.
Online you can find multiple lists of things that you are advised to do whilst going through the pain of a break up. Many people going through this process, especially after a long term relationship, may go out and make the same mistakes. As I am newly going through this process myself I am going to give you a list of 5 things I will NOT be doing after mine: 1. Maintaining animosity
The first reaction when someone you love breaks up with you is to be bitter and argue. This i
People always have a lot to say about mental illness. Whether they are a sufferer or not there are endless posts about coping stategies and lists that empathise with the reader showing them how the author suffers too and that the struggle that they feel every day is not in vain. I have contemplated over the past week as whether to write a post that is in the same vein, but instead I have decided to write my own story of what living with a mental illness means. This may not re