Today started off beautifully for me. After enduring 10 days of feeling sluggish (thank you periods) and having intense academic stress—let’s not forget this heat wave—I finally woke up feeling good! The air was cooler outside and I’d been up since 3am so I really had time to get a lot done.
It was almost 10pm when I wrote this last night and I was meant to be working on an assignment (well, I was but my internet was slow so I figured, ‘why not type a post about how excited I am for my birthday coming up?’).
I think I took about two blogging breaks back to back from June/ July. During that time, I had a lot on my plate regarding family, and I also found myself experiencing panic/ anxiety attacks from the things I’d buried inside instead of dealt with, along with my college work load and the worry about not graduating on time.
If you’d asked me in high school what I wanted to do after I finished, my list of possible career paths would’ve included fashion design, forensic sciences or media… the very last resort being running off into the sunset with a really wealthy Italian man for a career as a housewife. My love for storytelling has never died down, even when my dreams of what I wanted to become changed.
I was about 6 when I realised something was seriously wrong with me. On my first day of ‘big school’, we’d been assigned seats and I sat in a group with 3 other girls, these two long desks put
When I was a child, I used to have this reoccurring dream about myself flying in this beautiful, very green garden of some sort with someone I’d never met in awakened life. I can’t tell you if they were a boy or a girl, but they held my hand whenever I had this dream, to ensure I wouldn’t fall into the river below where sometimes, crocodiles were swimming in the clearest of waters.
Dear past and current Lydia,
In light of it still being the month of love, I’ve been inspired to write a letter from the future to both my past and present selves. Most times, we live a life of stress and panic; we’re afraid of taking leaps of faith for our passions or the people we love out of fear of failure or even the fear of beginning, because of the unknown. You’re a perfectionist and always want to come out on top with a bit of praise and, while that’s okay, facing your fears is the first step.
I started blogging at the very end of August 2018 (for September that year) and my goal at the time was to share posts about the things that set my soul on fire: music, books, food, spirituality, fashion… everything that made me the girl I am today; I was inspired to bring positivity to the world in the best way I could possibly image, in a world that’s so negative, and I chose blogging as my medium.
For a lot of people, Christmas is full of excitement for both young and old, especially because of the traditions behind it: buying and decorating the tree, gift shopping and wrapping, the elf that your parents secretly moved around the house to count down the days leading up to Christmas, the story of Santa and his love for cookies and milk and, of course, the advent calendar. It’s magical, I will admit, especially if you add to that list a scene of white flakes falling from the sky and perhaps a fireplace that the family gathers around to unwrap presents before one of your musical relatives plays some Christmas classics from the piano on the other end of the room.