Most people who meet me would describe me as organised (correct) and therefore assume that I am tidy (incorrect).

My room mostly displays the stunning 'floordrobe' that can mostly be found in the humble abodes of teenagers. Cups of tea enter my room, shaking in their porcelin boots that they will never re-emerge.   Hair shed in front of my dresser provides an extra layer to the cream carpet and my bed is only made when I'm in it.

However, during the Christmas holidays I purchased the much hyped book 'The Life Changing Magic of Tidying' by Marie Kondo. This book has been reviewed by many bloggers and YouTubers, some claiming it is a life changer and others that it is a pile of rubbish (ironically). I decided to take it with a pinch of salt, knowing that my life is not really comparable to that of an OCD Japanese lady who lives in a box like flat and has committed her life to thanking her material objects that 'work so hard' for her and to putting away the entire contents of her handbag every evening.

However, reading the book did inspire me to have a mass clear out over Christmas resulting in many bags of clothes, books and other junk going to the charity shop. Love a good charity shop drop off. I had been feeling quite overwhelmed at the amount of clothes I had and the fact that if all clean, there was no way they were all fitting in my wardrobe. Never a good thing when your wash basket becomes storage! Anyway, after a big clear out where I decided whether each item 'sparked joy' or was something I was keen to wear again, I reorganised the storage of my clothes.

Rolling - who knew this was a thing. Rolling your clothes and then standing them all up so you can have a birds eye view means no more messing up of piles when looking for that one top you have to wear. Marie also recommends folding your knickers and my socks, which I took on board much to the amusement of my very sceptical Mum. Mum, if you're reading - I've kept it up! Marie claims that rolling your socks into balls causes them 'unnecessary stress' and wears out the elastic, limited their little sock lives. I quite frankly think this is a load of "ballocks" (hehe) but there is something quite satisfying with pairing and folding your sock buddies and standing them all to attention in the drawer.

You've probably read the majority of this post thinking, wow - this girl needs to get out a bit more. And you're probably right. But I'd say that so far, it has been ever so slightly life changing! I've adopted the method of tidying for 20 minutes a day (I actually set up a timer)  and it just means that things don't get to the extreme disastrous state that they used to. I still need to do the weekend Mary Poppins act of an extreme tidy/clean but during the week I am getting by with 20 minutes a day to avoid max floordrobe and an over flowing wash basket.

So, thanks Marie for your wise words. I won't be thanking my shoes for their hardwork any time soon but hopefully I am on the road to being just that little bit less of a teenager. 

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

We all worry, but I believe I worry enough for a small lesser economically developed country. I'm working myself up from an LEDC to an MEDC in fact. However, as I grow older (and older and older) I am starting to realise that worrying really isn't something I should be spending so much of my time doing.

I worry if I'm going to be too early, or too late. I worry that I've left my straighteners on; even though I have never done this before and even if I did... they can turn themselves off. I worry that people around me are having a good time and when they appear to be enjoying themselves I worry that I'm not having as much fun as they are and that there must be something wrong with me. I worry, about worrying.

If you're reading this - hello - I have finally let this little blog known to other human beings. I worried for quite a while about the way the blog looked, how people would react to it, would they think I was a weirdo for writing about nothing and expecting people to potentially maybe take something from it?

When I posted the link last week on my Facebook page (to a bunch of people that I haven't spoken IRL to for years/colleagues/best friends/and those I just keep for stalking purposes - you know you all have them) it was quite a relief to finally hit 'send' on the post and see that I wasn't drowned in negativity. My 'friends' were lovely, encouraging and intrigued - which was very gratefully received from my end. I'm sure there were those who rolled their eyes, oh here we go another "blogger" in the making let me click on the link so I can have a laugh at some bad grammar and cringey 'OOTD' posts - but that's okay with me.

So, here's a post for me to look back on when I find myself drowning in a pool of classic worry wart. Start using your brain for something a little more productive and remember that there are others out there just like you. Getting things in perspective is so important and already this week I am learning about the beauty of just going for it and throwing yourself into something - that's usually when magic things happen. Contemplating, ooming and ahhing, writing a pros and cons list - it just extends the process of making a decision, usually for no good reason at all. So my advice to myself is to take the plunge - and if you really have to, worry it about it later.

New Year, New Me?

It's the time of year where everyone tries to re-invent themselves, to curb those bad habits they will inevitably always have and to think of some unachievable new years resolutions. The gyms are packed and the sales of tupperware soar as 25 year olds around the world kid themselves into thinking they will save money and make their lunch for work everyday.

As cynical as my introductory paragraph to this post is, it is refreshing to have a new year and fresh start to focus on. I am starting a new job next week, which goes perfectly with the 'turning over a new leaf' vibe. I am hoping to be bright eyed and bushy tailed, find that it has taken 26 years to become a morning  person but that I've finally changed and to embrace exercise and find myself 'addicted'. However, I'm sure come February I will be running for the train, hair half brushed and make-up still to be done whilst I am pushed up against a stranger on the tube, thoughts of a healthy breakfast of instagrammable overnight oats out the window and that pre-work run I've been planning to go on for the last four weeks now just a cloud of guilt that pops up when I hit snooze.

It is so good to make positive changes in your life. If something isn't right or is making you unhappy it is absolutely the right thing to do to take note and endeavour to change it. However maybe one thing at a time should be the motto. In 2016 I made some big changes, but over the course of 12 months. None of them were too easy, I procrastinated, changed my mind about what I wanted several times and didn't exactly take the easy route to getting where I wanted to be but at the end of the year I can say I am proud of my achievements. I jumped out of a plane - something I never thought I would do (and something I will never do again!). I started this blog - just didn't get around to actually publishing it...! I ran for 10 miles in one go, which considering I could barely run for 1 minute a year previously (no exaggeration here, I was kidding myself that running from one lamppost to another was progress) and signed up for my first ever half marathon. I got a new job, which I am so excited to start and feel super positive about. I made some really lovely new friends who I know will not just be around for 2016 but for many years to come.

As quickly as 2016 seemed to go, 12 months is a long time and though there were plenty of days 'wasted' with my face 2 centimetres from my phone watching YouTube in bed or moaning to myself that I would never drink again, I did achieve rather a lot! So. Bring on 2017, let's make it a good one!