NaBloPoMo

Celebrating Accomplishments

What do you like to do to celebrate an accomplishment?

Oh, god, the truth is, I don’t think I actually know how I celebrate any type of accomplishment anymore.

What I used to do was spend time doing something I really had wanted to do for ages. Such as, binge watch a TV show, creating something from pintrest, hanging around with my friends, going to the movies, creating pieces of artwork etc. But now those things have become so common place in my life that I’m not sure how I even celebrate anymore.

How strange.

I guess, something I still count as a reward for accomplishing something is purchasing a book and reading it in one swoop. That, or buying more art supplies. Snuggling up to my Teddy (better known as Theodore :D) and watching a few movies for the day on my bed. Which is all quite lovely.

Hm… A few more posts coming up today because it is the last day of NaBloPoMo and I like to make quite a day of last days. 🙂 Hahaha!

Anywho, look out for those!

Nakedstreetkid out! :*

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Thought Cycling Wonders

Yesterday was a day filled to the brim with thought cycling wonders.

I haven’t been able to sleep properly because I’ve been thinking for hours on end, and because of that, have been pulling out hair like no tomorrow. Not going to blame my tangle (which I now call my Tangle Monster), only because I didn’t have it on me.

But the whole thing started with thinking. Thinking about school, thinking about books, thinking about how much I’ve studied, thinking about work, thinking about whether I’ve paid my exam fees, thinking if I’ve signed up for my exams… The list goes on and on. And this type of thinking lasted for hours. The night before Friday, I was plagued with the same thoughts. However, it had kept me up well into the night.

Which, to be honest, allowed me to go a bit bonkers. I went off on one, hallucinating because I hadn’t slept and drinking some rum with ginger beer to calm my nerves. I ended up falling asleep at 4 in the morning, which in retrospect, wasn’t that late, but for a girl like myself who despite not going to school likes going to sleep at 10:30pm every night and waking up around 7:30am, it was a lot. And it wasn’t a night out and I wasn’t having fun.

I was just thinking and damn near tired of doing so.

I’m glad that I’m wide awake now and have had some sort of sleep, even if it’s only a couple of hours.

Nakedstreetkid out xx

NaBloPoMo

Reserved feelings and two week intervals

The last few days have been quite erratic in general. I’ve had quite a few lows but also a few highs.

It’s been harder to get out of bed now-a-days. But not because I’m overwhelmed with this almost imagined exhaustion that depressions presents me with, but rather with the fear of others that anxiety hold me down with. So, in that respect, it has been hard. However, I’m finding that this fear that I have soon dissipates with enough music blasting through my ears and a book heavy in hand to distract me from the masses of people that pass me. And it’s not even strangers that scare me, but people I know. Having to interact with them and engage with people when all I want to do is roll up into a ball and hide away.

I don’t want to do speak. It scares me too much. Hence the anxiety.

High points are that I’ll have the opportunity to relay all of this to my therapist on Monday. Funny thing that we are trying to do is have a two week interval, instead of our weekly therapy sessions. And I think it’s working.

I should probably explain that for last two sessions I’ve been fairly reserved with her. Using subtle and quite frankly, unconscious ways to distance myself from her. I’m quite glad I was able to recognise that so that I can try and work on it with her.

All in all, I’m quite anxious to see my therapist. I need to get a lot of my chest.

Rather long post today, so I do apologise!

Nakedstreetkid out x :*

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A Desk

What’s the best purchase you ever made?

Well, I usually spend my money on experiences (and booze) rather than material things, so this is a hard question. Or, rather, would have been hard if I hadn’t spent my money about a week ago on a desk. So, for me, that’s one of my best purchases.

A desk.

And now, I know what you’re thinking “a desk!?” Of all things I could choose, I have chosen a desk. Well, let me explain.

I share a room with my younger sister. And before that, with all three of my sisters before two of the three went off to university. So, I have always had quite a cramped room. And therefore, no space that I could really call my own (other than my bed).

So, I decided to clear away all of the debris that my older sisters had left in the room and moved things around just to open up the space a bit more. Essentially, I started to make the room feel like my own, rather than the property of all three of my sisters. And in the space I made, I put a desk.

And I’m pretty damn proud of that. No matter how silly it may seem. 😛

Nakedstreetkid out x 😀

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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! :)

If you’re celebrating Thanksgiving today (or even if you’re not!), tell us about the best cook in your family.

To clarify, I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, never have. I’m British and it is not something we celebrate willy-nilly. Although, I know that as more and more Americans migrate here to Britain, there are more restaurants which celebrate it, so that’s nice. Cheap booze on a Thursday is superb, obviously, so no one is complaining.

But in regards of the question, I’m going to have to say my mother. She has to be the best cook in the house. And I don’t say that out of obligation but rather because it is the truth. The lady knows how to make so many different dishes it’s unbelievable. And I’m telling you, even if she doesn’t know how to, she can make a few educated guesses to replicate a few well known dishes. She’s pretty darn good.

It’s a shame because now that she is working, she doesn’t cook nearly as much as she used to.

But that’s why I can’t wait for Christmas! That’s when she spends about 2/3 days just cooking tons and tons of food for us, our friends and those we count as our extended family (family friends, yo!). And the food lasts for days after. All the way past New Years which is great. And we eat it for lunch and dinner and it STILL lasts that long. Isn’t that amazing.
Anyway, to clarify, my madre is the BEST cook of the house.

Nakedstreetkid out xx 🙂

NaBloPoMo

On Repeat

I remember one evening, I had a headache and couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So, I put on a playlist for slower days on repeat and left it to the side of me, eyes closed and head snuggled deeply into my pillow.

I only ended up falling asleep for a little over an hour. I know this only because I woke up to the same song I fell asleep to. It was strange. But only because it felt like I hadn’t fallen asleep at all and only had shut my eyes for a few seconds. And in that way, it was quite the bit beautiful. But it happened twice and that makes you wonder, doesn’t it.

I’ve been awake for the last six hours, thinking about it. Well, I thought about it for about 3 of those hours before finally deciding to watch something to get my mind off of it. Skins, to be precise. But that show has its own quality of trippy experiences, so I can’t really say it was a break from my thoughts. Rather, more of an attempt to busy my mind with someone’s own trippy experiences.

Hey, I’ve only just realised, maybe it’s time for me to go to bed now. It would be okay to do so, now, right?

Sigh. I am getting tired.

Nakedstreetkid out x

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A master at none

Do you think it’s better to be a recognised expert for one thing, or known to be really good at lots of things?

You know, I have always believed that being really good at a lot of things was the way to go.

However, from a very young age, I have always been aware that people who are an expert at one thing are somehow quite content with that.

And not only content, but have almost found their way in life. It has made their life easier by being an expert at a single thing, instead of being alright at everything and being confused as anything when it came to making to choices.

Especially in England, where you must make a choice for every major step in your education, it was easier for experts. Simple, almost. Because they knew exactly what they wanted. They knew what they were passionate in. And they didn’t have to sacrifice or regret any choices because their option was so much easier for them. Made from the birth passion.

But, at the same time, I can really appreciate the beauty of being really good at a few things. You end up knowing a lot about seemingly unrelated things, and it is a gift. The ability to talk about it all and remember and experience all these things your just “good” at, you know.

And plus, always being known to be good at one thing has its drawbacks. When you have a reputation of being a master of one thing, no one seems to recognise your other achievements. No matter how wonderful or astounding they are. Say, imagine if Einstein was more than just a really good physicist. Perhaps he was an amazing actor. But we’ll never fully know because this potential career could have been overshadowed by being an expert at physics.

I don’t know. That’s what I think. It’s better to be good at a lot of little things than to be an expert at one big thing. You get the flexibility in reputation and the ability to talk about many things.

But that’s just me.

Nakedstreetkid out x