Monday, 24 November 2014

Giving up on goal setting.

This is a bit of a lengthy, personal post so bear with me.

As much as I try not to be, I am one of life's planners. I also get anxious about not having achieved enough.

Following your dreams and aiming for the moon is great, but it's stressing me out. Let me share a couple of things with you:

Firstly, I am writing this from my bed because anxiety means I am struggling to get out of it. One of the things that triggered this latest crisis is that in September I started a part-time masters. It turned out to be a 20 hours a week commitment (I also work 4 days a week). I thought this would be different to things I've tried to take on in the past, but it wasn't. It was too much. The thing that I had been planning on doing for two years hasn't worked out, and I don't have much left to aim for, career-wise. This is not quite as dismal as it  may seem; I am incredibly privileged because I do an interesting, important, joy-making, rewarding, life-affirming job. I'm just totally confused about what the long term plan might be.

Secondly, I'm going to tell you about my Mum. Specifically, about what my Mum would do if she won the lottery. She would buy a pet sheep and a hot tub. That's it. Those are her ambitions. My Mum is one of the most deeply contented people I know (unless of course it's all an act and she's about to run off with a 23 year old Greek bloke or something). Now, I am not my Mum; I am more ambitious, more curious about the world, and adopting her whole life wouldn't make me entirely happy. However, I would love to be as content as she is. She is happy, and she's is happy because she is truly appreciative of what she already has in her life.

So.

I need to stop. Consolidate. Allow myself to relax and breathe and be amazing at what I'm already amazing at. I'm not going to chase anything new. My life is full of more than enough people, interests and challenges to keep me busy.

Resisting the urge to set goals and make plans is going to be flipping hard for me, but it needs to be done. I know that it's going to be good for me; I can feel the relief flooding through me just thinking about it.

P.S. I get the irony of planning not to plan. Good job I appreciate a nice bit of irony, really.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

You're creating all the bubbles in life.

Stuff I love: cream teas, gigs, books, BUBBLES. 



Giant bubbles in Barcelona


Man, I really do love bubbles. They just photograph so nicely, and everyone always looks happy. Why wouldn't they be, they've got bubbles?!



Bubbles at Beth's Hen Do




Wedding bubbles!



Vern does not appear to share my love of bubbles. In fact, he looks quite concerned about the whole situation.


The only problem with bubbles is that, inevitably, they have to pop sometime (HOW PROFOUND!) Here's a couple of videos of them popping in style:



Tuesday, 11 November 2014

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas (cake)!


How is it already time for my annual Christmas cake post?!

I've posted the full 'instructions' (and I use that term pretty loosely) here.


Obligatory cake sniffing and apron-selfie pics.


You'll be pleased to hear (read?) that I didn't forget the most important ingredient:


(My family thought that it was absolutely brilliant that I subjected them to Christmas songs in mid-October).

I'm pretty excited for the icing stage. I was really pleased with last year's effort, but I'm keen to try something new once again. I'm keeping an eye out on Pinterest for ideas...
First however, it's time to get feeding the cake with brandy. Once a fortnight for two months = drunk cake. Mmmmmm, drunk cake....

Friday, 7 November 2014

3 TV programmes that you just know are going to be awful.

Small Animal Hospital. I hate musicals and am indifferent to small animals, so the idea of John Barrowman telling me about injured furry things (heh) does not appeal. These sort of programmes have also now been ruined forever by creepy memories of Rolf Harris from his Animal Hospital days.

Life Is Toff. It's a bad sign when you have to Goggle a programme to find out if it's 'fact' or fiction. Cue endless, pointless and ill-informed social media debates about reverse snobbery.

The Nation's Favourite Queen Song. It'll be Bohemian Rhapsody. Next!

Unfortunately I have not made up any of these programmes. I could do much, much better (probably).



Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Good Stuff #9

Stuff wots been making me happy:



#hamtrim



Pete did the big shop.



The product of half an hour's leaflet tearing.



Pretty (cup-strewn) carpet at Troxy, after The Horrors.



Sidmouth sea.

Monday, 3 November 2014

Eat Me #2


Pete's birthday cake. Very proud of this one! 



Birthday blueberry pancakes.



Cream tea at The Creamery, Minehead



Carvery at Ceder Tree Farm, Cardiff



Muesli at Barker Tea House, Cardiff 



Best. Brunch. Ever.
Makes me want to go back to Helsinki NOW.



Smoothie and iced coffee goodness at Giraffe.