On the pressure to be it all


Hello Lovelies! 

I have a friend who is one of the most beautiful people I have ever meet, on the outside and in, and to top it all off is very intelligent too. She's the sort of person you would meet and think that she has it all. But she's also the friend I have that seeks to improve herself the most.

She's always talking to me about her goals, and how she wants to be 'x' by a certain time so doesn't really have time to socialise or procrastinate. But I don't think she takes enough time to realise she's already enough as she is. 

I can relate to that feeling. I always want to be more. I'm always thinking about what I should create or achieve next. So after turning 23 on Thursday, I wanted to write a post that is very much about being an adult and the pressure that comes with that. And I'm hoping that someone reads it and thinks *phew* at least I'm not the only one, because honestly the pressure we put on ourselves can be ridiculous, and we all owe it to ourselves to have a break from that.

And maybe this post will make you feel better about it all, which is really my aim.

The Joy of a Good Cup of Coffee


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If there is one thing that really sparks joy for me, then it's definitely a good cup of coffee. When answering where I'd be in five years, in my secondary school yearbook, I said that you'd find me somewhere in London with a Starbucks in my hand. Looking back this was probably the most uninspiring thing I could have said, but then again it's sadly very accurate! Oh all the things I thought I would have achieved by 22... 

On Falling Back In Love With Reading Again


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When I think about reading, I imagine a young Victoria late at night stuck with her head inside a book, bathed in the light of my bedside table lamp, unable to sleep because I was so engrossed. What a rebel I was. I would get lost in so many books. Spending nights in anticipation of when Mr Darcy would confess his love again to Elizabeth, rooting for Matilda and imagining myself with my very own acceptance letter on my way to Hogwarts. But like most young book worms, especially those living through the mobile phone generation of the never ending scroll, this did not last very long.