Why I Can’t Finish What I St-

Dear Emma,

Do you see what I did there? Okay, bad jokes aside, today I wanted to talk about something that is actually quite a big problem in my life.

I hardly ever finish what I start.

You see, I can only do things when I have some sort of motivation, but that motivation normally runs out at the end of the day I started doing that thing. So then it never gets finished.

Case and point: I must have started about ten diaries throughout various periods in my life, and yet I could never get beyond the first page. Don’t ask me why, I am just really really bad at finishing things. I’ve never finished a colouring book or even a notebook, sadly. 

I’ve started to write a million stories, but I obviously haven’t finished any of them. Is it a valid excuse to say that I couldn’t figure out a plotline? Some of them are pretty hilarious, actually. 

To be fair, now I am a little older I have started to get a little better with finishing stuff. Actually, this blog is a great example of something that I started over four months ago (wait, has it been four months already? Oh my god) and I thought that I would have given up within a week.

So I am getting slightly better.

I think this might be because the commitments I make now carry a lot more weight than they used to when I didn’t have any responsibilities. Or maybe, just maybe, I might be maturing…?

Hahaha. Okay, maybe not.

But I have several things that I have committed to that I need to keep on top of, instead of instantly stopping when I can’t be bothered. These things are only going to get more and more important, and I really should stop procrastinating and focus on my life a bit more.

Do I have a lazy streak? You tell me.

Love from,



Beautiful Blogger Award

Dear Emma,

So I’ve been nominated for my first award…how amazing is that?!

So, the rules of the award are:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. List seven random facts about yourself.
  3. Nominate seven bloggers.

Well, the first one is easy. Thank you to the moon and back to Elm who is an all-round amazing human being: I seriously recommend that you go check out her blog because she is awesome 🙂

So, seven random facts about me. Hm…

1. I once lost a hamster that I was looking after for a friend. I was panicking because I thought I was going to lose it and I couldn’t give my friend a cage without a hamster in it, so we had a massive house-wide search. Eventually we found it in a toybox (how did it get in there?!) a few hours later. Haven’t been asked to look after any hamsters since…I wonder why…

2. At the age of about three years old, I used to be terrified of people singing Happy Birthday to me, so much so that I would hide under the table while it was being sung. Hated that song.

3. I become more gullible when I’m tired. It’s true – ask Elm. If you told me you were moving to Cyprus to marry a weasel, I would probably believe you.

4. Someone once asked me for their autograph. When I was eleven, I won a talent show and then this girl who was a few years older than me just came up and asked for my autograph. Just…why.

5. As I have previously mentioned, I am extremely clumsy. Examples of my clumsy career include: falling off the stage at my school play, (But it was backstage so no-one saw me but everyone heard it) tripping over a football which someone kicked to me, and being hit in the face with a teddy bear. I’m pretty sure that all three of those things happened in the same year.

6. In Year 3 I got sent out of the classroom because I told another boy what seven times eight is. I wish it was a more badass reason, but I’ve always been a nerd.

7. When I was about nine years old, we went to an overnight camp with my Brownie troop, and we were completely convinced that the place was haunted. We got our disposable camera (the height of technology in 2009) and took pictures of everything that we saw that related to the place being haunted. We really thought we were little detectives.

So that was a nice trip into my life.

And so the last thing I have to do is nominate seven bloggers:

  1. 3liittlebirds
  2. Infinite Issues, One Voice
  3. The Idiosyncracy of Life
  4. Eimzpink
  5. Miss Sophia Blog
  6. Natalie’s Lovely Blog
  7. Cloudbusting

Go check them all out!

Once again thanks to Elm, who actually nominated me for four awards at the same time, which is awesome, so expect more of these in the future 🙂

Love from,


P.S. I’ve been considering doing some tags in future posts. Now, I previously thought that tags were the height of unoriginality, but what do you think? Leave some cool tags/challenges in the comments 🙂

The Green Eyed Monster

Dear Emma,

I’m sure you can probably tell what this post is going to be about. Unless you have a weird mental picture of a monster with green eyes standing at the foot of your bed right now. There are two ways of looking at things.

Yes, I’m talking about envy. Don’t pretend that you haven’t ever been envious. No-one will believe you. 

Everyone has a few things they get envious about. And that’s been around since the dawn of time. It’s even one of the Ten Commandments, “Thou shalt not covet.” But to be fair, back then there wasn’t much for people to covet, seeing as people’s most prized possessions were their pet goats. 

Actually, that’s a pretty good-looking goat. 

But nowadays we live in a seriously materialistic world. How many people are wandering around these days with Apple Watches and Segways and Mercedes and all those other things? A hell of a lot. And of course, that means that you want them in your life. 

Now I’m sure that there are people wondering, “Isn’t that jealousy?” Well, I actually had a look at the definitions of both (wow I am so organised) and here is the difference.

Envy occurs when we lack a desired attribute enjoyed by another. 
Jealousy occurs when something we already possess (usually a special relationship) is threatened by a third person.

So basically envy is when you want things that other people have, and jealousy is the fear of having those things taken away from you.

I’m sure we all feel both at some point. Sometimes the things we have seem too good to be true, so we live in constant fear of them removed from our lives. That’s why in all those romantic movies, someone always says, “I’m still waiting to wake up,” because they simply can’t believe what’s happening to them.

I guess that the main difference between now and the biblical times is money. That, or technology.

Money, “the root of all evil,” has become a hugely central part of modern life. We all would appreciate more money. I mean, who hasn’t dreamt of winning the lottery? Now, people can have all these extravagant (and sometimes hilariously unnecessary) things, if they can afford them.

If they can’t, then they’ll have to keep working.

Of course I know that you should “be happy with what you have,” but there will always be those moment where something inside of me just wants a thing, and common sense and rationality get thrown out of the window.

It’s a natural human trait, one of the original “four humors.” If you don’t know what those are, then check them out.

I think humans as a species are never, realistically, going to get over their envy problem. We just have to slowly learn to appreciate our own, without desiring anything else from anyone else.

Love from,


Better than Revenge

Dear Emma,

First of all, I’m just going to point out that this isn’t a post about Taylor Swift, even though I may have stolen one of her songs as the title. It is a really good song.

On a more serious note, I wanted to talk about something that has happened to my family this week. So, I have a younger sister, and throughout the past few months she has been subjected to name-calling, backstabbing and exclusion from one of her supposed “friends”. 

This “friend” has been drawing the attention of all of my sister’s other friends, urging them not to talk to her or play with her. She has even gone to the extent of pretending that her mother has emailed all of their mothers to talk about it. And this is a child who hasn’t even started secondary school.

I hadn’t known that this was going on, and neither did my parents, or even my sister. She is one of those two-faced brats who is sickly sweet to your face and talks trash behind your back. 

I’ve never really been sure why people are like that. Since when has it been “cool” to make fun of people and make them feel horrible?

Until my sister came home from school on Friday with her closest friend, who told us the whole story. It turns out that this same child has been horrible to lots of different people behind their backs over the course of time. 

Soon people like that realise that they won’t make long-lasting relationships, because people won’t be able to trust them. How will they know who their secrets are being told to?

It just happened to be that my sister was the current unlucky one.

When I heard about what this child was doing, I swear to God I wanted to punch her in the face for hurting my baby sister. I wanted revenge.

I then realised that although violence felt like an appropriate response, due to my anger, it wasn’t the most practical or sensible of solutions. There was a way to resolve it peacefully, even though I didn’t particularly want to.

Actually, it turns out that her friends had the same idea, because they all confronted the offending child that day. They pointed out that she didn’t have control over them or who they chose to talk to, and they actually didn’t feel like talking to her anymore.

I was so proud. Even though they are nine and ten years old, they clearly know the difference between right and wrong. They stood up to a bully without any kind of violence or meanness, and now my sister has her friends back.

There have been so many people throughout history that have spoken their minds and fought for what they believed in, without any actual fighting. Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, to name a few. 

I realised that plotting revenge wasn’t exactly going to help anyone, and I would just end up making someone feel terrible just to make myself feel better. I would have succeeded, but at someone else’s expense. And that doesn’t really make me better than her. 

It is always right to stand up to a bully, but it has to be done in the right way.

Love from,


P.S. And the bully? I think she’s learning what it’s like to be as alone as she caused other people to be.