Getting comfortable with discomfort

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.”

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The small things which make me happy

BUPA recently conducted a survey to see what makes people feel happiest, and it turns out it’s the little things, or perhaps usual banalities, which keep us most satisfied.  The simple pleasure of sleeping in a freshly made bed, feeling the sun on your face, watching a sunset or the smell of a fine wine.

I enjoy a glass of white as much as the next person, but cutting through the abundance of clichés had me reaching for a bucket.  4% actually said “thinking about the royal family” gave them that warm fuzzy feeling.  And who the hell gave “watching your breath float away in cold air” as their first answer?

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My kick-ass manifesto

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’.

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14 reasons why 2014 has been pretty damn great.

2014 has, like any other year, been a blend of the good, the bad and the downright mad.

Knee deep in essays, novels and deadlines at the start of January, December has certainly offered a dose of the unexpected. Early morning lectures have been replaced with early shifts serving coffee. Instead of fuelling late night library sessions with caffeine, I’m now pouring it into a cup and asking if sir or madam would like a croissant to go with their medium cappuccino today.

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February

There’s no easy way to say this, but my recent efforts at blogging have been pretty shambolic. This post has no particular topic other than to say hi, I’m alive and haven’t forgotten how to use a computer, so I’ll apologise in advance now for being super boring for the next few paragraphs and rambling on like the complete nutter that I unfortunately am.

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December

First of all, I have to apologise to my blog for abandoning it, basically leaving it in the cold like a little lost orphan. This past month has been absolutely mad with assignments, general Uni work, my job, newspaper deadlines etc. that I really haven’t had the time to sit down and write properly in absolutely ages. But I’m back now so it’s fine.

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August

I think I may be the worst blogger in history. I think if I want to be a writer, I’m going to have to start coming on here more. Anyway, I’m here now. Hello. How’ve you been. Nice to see you again. etc. etc.

It is August, as you can probably work out for yourself by looking at the title of this post. August 10th 2012, which seems mad. How is it August? How? How did this happen? Where has the year gone?

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