This week I want to start by saying a couple of huge thank yous. Firstly, because I just hit the 60 followers mark, which is really exciting for me. I know in blogging terms that's not a huge deal, but when I picture it that's the population of my journalism course hanging off of my every word. Well, perhaps not 'hanging off', but reading and that gives me such a lovely, bubbly feeling. Especially — and this is where the other thank you comes in — when I get such a pleasant response from my posts. On this little space on the internet, I wrote about the importance of learning to love ourselves. It was a somewhat personal post in comparison to some of the other topics featured on my blog, and something I always feel a little nervous about publishing. Simultaneously, these are also the sorts of posts I love writing and having feature on here, because everyone can write a post about an outfit or a book, but their personal feelings and ideas will never be quite the same as mine when it comes to a delicate post like my 'learning to love yourself' post. So yes, having a few people on the twittersphere favourite and even send me a few words of positivity was smile inducing, so thank you for that.
As per usual, this past week has been pretty uneventful. My highlights were looking after my niece, Bryony, for a little while whilst my sister was teaching. It was only a very short period, but I pushed her around in her pram and picked up a few foody items my sister needed. On Friday evening I went to my other sister, Emily's, house for a girly film night. It was really lovely, as always, to have a relaxed chat about this and that, whilst making our way through a bottle of rosé. She then cooked me up a lovely steak meal, and we shared some Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie and watched 'Endless Love'. I also had a catch up and a drink with Sarah, who is now off in Germany for the next month getting some work/language experience in.
Other than that, I've just been mooching about, reading lots and pining after those summer days years ago when I used to be able to write about fictional worlds. Creative writing used to be something I'd immerse myself in all the time, and now I'm a little out of touch with my skills. It has definitely got me down, because one of my life goals has always been to write a book and get it published. Even without the last part, I'd like to say I've put enough passion into something to have some form of an end product. But I've lost my mojo... I'll be searching for that. Hope you all had a good week!
