In 2010 I was just finding my feet. I’d turned 16 but I was a little behind really. I was still very shy and I was scared of absolutely everything. Everything except performing, which I actually did more then, than I do now. Of course, I had no idea that my fear of life would actually be labeled as an anxiety disorder years later. I … Continue reading Life Lessons from my younger self – Lesson One – Be More Daring
I should be the size of a hippo after eating everything I’ve eaten this week. I blame Papa Johns for tempting me with their 99p offer Tuesday night and Just Eat for making it so easy to order Chinese take away when you get home late on a Wednesday evening. My comfort food has become the occasional piece of healthy food I eat. The orange … Continue reading Hippo-size and Happy
Had I written this just 24 hours ago it would have been filled with complaints. Yesterday, I woke up with a horrendous cold and went on to have a horrendous day: I broke a glass when I was washing up, I found loads of important unread emails from my university, the internet kept crashing while I was trying to send replies, I nearly blew up … Continue reading Missing Beechams’ Cold Medicine, Loving Crunchy Nut cereal
Caught myself singing in the shower, wondered ’round with a towel turban on my head, left my stuff all over the sofa while I went out last night, sung opera in my bedroom, let my iTunes music shuffle freely without cringing when The Circle of Life started playing: One week here and it feels like home already. Feels so good to be sat on an … Continue reading Singing goodbye to butterflies in the shower
The car is all packed up and it is time to go. First year I jumped in at the deep end (heading all the way to Cardiff to study before I even felt ready) and then spent the year doggy paddling and treading water. This year I’m going to step in to the deep end, keep my head above the water and swim. Packing was … Continue reading Time to step in at the deep end
Just two more days left in Chelmsford and I am still the weirdest mix of scared and excited. Part of me wants to ring Cardiff University and tell them I won’t be studying there this year after all because I’m sissying out and I’d like to stay home. I want to cry every time I consider saying another temporary goodbye to my friends and family. … Continue reading Two days till Take Two
Blogging Goodbye to Butterflies 