Comfort zones are happy places. The clue’s in the name, right? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why we love them so much. They’re almost Utopian, anxiety-free, stress-less. An environment in which you can chill, be yourself, feel free. A space of mental security.
In my own comfort zone, it’s not often that I make decisions for myself. I sit on the fence, more than satisfied and enjoying the view. But as a friend once said to me, “sitting on the fence is all well and good, but after a while your bum starts to hurt.”
I’ve been quite slow keeping up with the news this week, and one thing I did catch up on yesterday was Poppy Smart’s story. If, like me, you hadn’t already heard about it, Poppy hit the headlines on Monday subsequent to a police report she made against a group of builders continually wolf-whistling at her on the way to work. Outrage ignited amongst journalists and readers alike, the general reaction to Poppy’s story plummeting somewhere in between “shit happens, get over it”, and “feminism-gone-bonkers”.
I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by Sam, creator of the very cool Book Beat Blog (highly recommended read).
Here’s how it works…
- Thank the person who gave you this award — of course.
- Include a link to their blog. They deserve to have some credits too.
- Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
- Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this
- Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.
I’ve always been a fan of English, me. It’s my kind of subject. It requires me to use my brain in a particular way, a way with which I am familiar and comfortable. I love books. I love writing. I love words.
Numbers – personally? Not a fan. I’ve never had a scientific brain nor do I believe I ever will have. My Maths skills are and always have been appalling, despite receiving extra tuition when I was at school. And it was only with the help of my best friend that I even scraped through GCSE Science.
Finding your teenage diary can be hilarious as well as horrifying, as I discovered this afternoon. A few of my favourite bloggers have been rooting out their own journals from way back when with a sort of “here’s what I’ve learned since then…” theme in mind, and it inspired me to peruse through my own.
A while ago, a couple of my favourite online bloggers published their own manifestos and since then I’ve been mulling over what I’d include in my own.
Manifestos are important, and they aren’t exclusively associated with politics. They might sound a little scary and formal but by definition, a manifesto is simply a public verbal declaration of all the shit you believe in – “your motives, incentives and beliefs.” ‘To manifest’ is ‘to make real’.
I tried boycotting social media for a few days this week. Why? Because, and I don’t mean to sound dramatic, it’s eating up my life.
It’s the first thing I look at when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I check before going to sleep. The last time I went to Ireland, I actually racked up a whopping £75 phone bill from checking my social media accounts through data roaming charges, despite being warned against it. That’s BAD, right?
I’ll admit to never having watched The Breakfast Club until the summer of 2013. It was introduced to me by a friend on one of our spontaneous trips to HMV – he told me I should buy it and I did. Since then I’ve been pretty much hooked.
Listicles: not something gross that grows on your skin, but a fairly youthful breed of news article formatted into a simple, easy-to-read list. You will find them on BuzzFeed most famously, as well as Thought Catalog, Huff Post, Elite Daily and Bustle to name a mere few.
1. Blogging is FUN. Writing very rarely feels like work to me. It’s my favourite thing to do and pretty much always has been.
2. It is such an easy and convenient way to voice my thoughts, opinions and experiences. There’s only so much you can fit into a 140 character tweet, and I’ve never really been a fan of posting long, ranty Facebook statuses (though I do enjoy reading the odd one-or-two). This blog gives me the space to write as much as I like, convey and develop an argument or idea properly without worrying too much about the word count.