Sometimes I feel as though I must live in one of the most beautiful places in this country. Admittedly it can like to rain a lot, be painstakingly cold, but it makes a way for a good cup of tea and perhaps a ginger biscuit or two.
I turned 21 last summer soon after graduating with a Psychology degree. Like any other 21 year old, I like to socialise and drink too much sloe wine than can be good for me. In between those moments I unwind, tending to a variety of tomato plant species I have been nurturing for a number of weeks now.
It feels healthy to be so busy, even if a little tiring at times. Mentally, the stimulation must be good. I'm helping my family move house which is pretty chaotic. I quite like to procrastinate with packing at times, however its not really something you can put off for too long, plus after a while it can get quite difficult to convince the rest you have higher priorities :). I spend my weeks working for a cognitive rehabilitation centre, helping those to adjust to life after a brain injury. I really hope to earn enough money to become accepted onto a masters course, this seems like the sensible way to earn, yet gain practical hands on experience simultaneously, which i suppose is what they look for additionally these days.
I find solace with a crochet project, which is all very new. Ive only ever been able to knit socks, so this has opened a few more doors to explore a slightly different creative pathway. Its incredibly relaxing, especially when you should be spending a little time to think mindfully about your worries.
In between graduating and the present moment, I decided to take a break with my partner at the time, which in itself was a hard decision to make, although in the moment it felt like the right one. Just until very recently, the dynamics between us have felt like a permanent change and I have found the realities harsh to divulge. However I am getting there.
I found a fantastic pattern, whereby all these circled flowers will be adjoined in a square border to make a beautiful blanket for me to curl up in... with a baileys hot chocolate. Yes please, YUM :)
Ollie (my very orange cat), often enjoys wondering over to see exactly what I'm up to; especially, it seems, when im trying to figure out why something doesn't look quite right. Im not sure if my puzzled face seems like an invitation for him to jump onto my lap and rub his furry and ever more malting face all over mine. Apparently so, thanks Ollie.
I have a busy couple of days ahead of me, packing the essentials and desperately trying to acquire a ruthless attitude to 'do I really need this?.' Truth is Id keep everything if I could, but thats simply not an option. Have a fantastic weekend.
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