5 Pieces of Advice You Never Listen To, But Really Should

You know when you can see someone ruining their life, and no matter how many times you try to tell them what they’re doing is wrong, or bad, or they’ll regret it, they just won’t listen?

Have you ever realized that, a lot of the time, YOU ARE the one who’s buggering everything up?Read More »

19 Things I’ve Learned at 19

It’s my birthday!! Shower me with gifts and love! Love me! Kidding. But yeah, I’m 19 today (scary Mary), and I feel old. 

Like, I know I’m not old. I’m actually very young. I’ve loads of living left to do. But, like every other entitled and narcissistic millenial, I feel like I have a wealth of experiences to draw on at my young age.

So, here are the 19 things I’ve learned at the ripe old age of 19. You’re welcome.

1. Always Give More Than You Get

Follow this, and you’ll never be in the wrong again. Always give 110%, and you can be sure that when things go downhill, you don’t have to worry about yourself, because you did everything you possibly could

2. Cover Your Arse

Similar to the last point, but honestly will save you so much time and arguments. Just do everything the first time, and make sure you think of everything before charging in.

3. If Possible, Take the High Road

It makes you look better. But, if they really hurt you, aint nothing wrong with getting it off your chest.

4. Don’t Be Petty

It’s ugly. You’re better than that.

5. Drink More Water!!!

6. Worrying About Money Won’t Give You More Money

Unless you are at critical situation, stop worrying about money. You’re so young. What the fuck.

7. Problem? Have a Bath

8. More Problems? Go Outside

Fresh air: it works. Who knew?

9. Laugh At Yourself, and Everyone Else Will Laugh With You 

In an awkward or embarrassing situation? Laugh it off. It’ll make everyone else comfortable, and make yourself feel better when they’re laughing with you, rather than at you.

10. Stretch More

Trust me.

11. Change Your Bedding, Do Some Dusting, and Hoover More

A clean environment makes for a clean and healthy mind.

12. Stop Playing Yourself Down To Everyone

You are interesting, you are funny, and you are pretty. I mean it. You know it, so prove it.

13. It’s Better to Be ‘Silly-Funny’ Than ‘Mean-Funny’

14. You Will Never Regret Making More Effort, You Will Only Regret Making Less

15. Stop Thinking Everything Means Something. It Doesn’t.

Sometimes shit happens, and we have to just accept it. It doesn’t have an almighty meaning, and it doesn’t count towards your karma-points. Learn from things, and move on. Stop making meaning when there isn’t any.

16. Stop Thinking Everything You Do Has To Mean Something. It Doesn’t.

You want to eat 3 cheeseburgers in a row? Go for it. You want to get a tattoo of a panda holding a rifle? Why the hell not? You want to write a book about what it’s like to be YOU? Do it. Not everything has to be Big and Meaningful.

17. Remember Your Age

You’re young. Stop thinking like an 80 year old. Do something stupid. Make mistakes. It’s okay.

18. You’re Allowed To Be Sad Sometimes

19. But Being Sad Will Get You Nowhere

Get help. Do things. Make connections. Nothing is worth feeling like it’s the end of the world, but having to smile anyway.

And there you have it. My impartial bits of wisdom that I have selflessly shared with you lot so you don’t make the same mistakes as me. But at the same time, what do I know? A year from now I could be making another one of these posts and say exactly the opposite of everything I’ve just said so… do whatever you want. Or something.

Honestly though, thank you for following me on this little blog for as long as you have, even if you haven’t for very long. I’m still working at this blogging thing (and generally this ‘life’ thing) and doing this makes things a lot more fun and interesting. I look forward to the next year of my life carrying on with this blog and meeting more of you lovely people.

Here’s to the next year (THE LAST ONE OF BEING A TEENAGER).

Jess x

Goodbye 2016!

I wanted to have completed this post by the close of 2016 but, as you can tell, that didn’t go so well.

Especially in terms of this blog, the end of 2016 for me was nowhere near as productive, exciting or fun as the rest of the year certainly was, which is a shame. I think after so many months of strict routine, 9-5 and motivation, this holiday took it out of me and I just sort of crashed, especially towards the end of blogmas. I’m actually severely disappointed that my blogmas plans didn’t work out, I had it all ready and rearing to go but by the middle-end of December I sort of fizzled out. Read More »

My Thoughts Are Stars I Cannot Blah, Blah, Blah…

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

Yes, I did just quote John Green. Sorry.

As much as I hate it though, the man has some good points. That quote, in particular.

Upon first glance it makes next to no sense. Another pretentious line that an actual seventeen year old would never even think, let alone say aloud for fear of being shanked by their peers. So typical of Mr. Green.

But, upon the second, third or maybe tenth time of reading, the line starts to make more sense. It’s about the muddled bits inside your head. The idea that there’s so much going on up there that when it comes to speaking or writing or getting it out in some way, it’s impossible. Because there’s so much. Clever, no?

I spent a little while thinking about this quote after I first finished Green’s most romantically infamous novel (and don’t pretend you don’t know which one I’m talking about) and thinking that yeah, this makes sense. Because it’s what I have felt for a long time myself.

A few years ago – and anyone that knew me at the time could tell you the same – I was never not writing. On the off chance I wasn’t writing, I was thinking about writing. I would have bits of paper randomly stuck all over my person with notes and ideas and sentences that just came out of nowhere that I just had to use.

Of course, I was thirteen and most of it was utter bollocks but… the sentiment is still nice to think about. The point is: I was writing. I was obsessed. Car journeys, watching films, even before going to sleep was filled with daydreams about the characters and stories I’d made and what was going to happen next to them. That was the time when I could fathom.

Now, I’m not so lucky.

I’m not sure what happened and when and why, but I lost the knack. Not of writing, per se, but of the ideas part. The ideas just kind of…stopped coming. They didn’t arrive out of nowhere any more. They didn’t just come to me. The words didn’t “flow through me” (ew) any more.

I don’t know whether I just had more drive and motivation to do the writing as a thirteen year old and I’m just doing the lazy teenager thing to the max, or whether something actually went wrong but it struck me a lot. That my favourite thing ever, my defining thing, maybe wasn’t what I was meant to be doing.

I’m still recovering from this. And it’s hard. I often doubt whether I’m meant to be doing this at all, the writing this. I took a qualification in Creative Writing just to try and get myself back on track, but wrote next to nothing for the entire year. It’s a harsh blow, really. The hardest thing is that I know I can still write, but like the quote says, it’s hard to put those ideas into something tangible. Something worth reading.

But hey, keep going. If something like this has happened to anyone reading, keep your head up. If you really love it, keep pushing it. Exercise the muscle. I made the mistake of letting it cramp up over a long time and let me tell you, when I work out now, it’s sore in the morning (is this even a metaphor any more?).

My point is… keep going for it. Whether it’s writing, or cooking or fitness or…. getting your eye-liner just right (on fleek). *Shia Labeouf voice* Just keep doing it.