THE SUNDAY PAPERS

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Is anyone secretly enjoying this cooler weather? I certainly am.

Join me in curling up on the sofa this evening to reflect on the week gone by.

Blog

Honesty

Malaise

Miscarriage

Watch

BRITISH VOGUE

Read

Baby, Baby

Sex Work

British Sex

Engaged and Broke

Refugee Life

Quit

Break Ups

Power Reading

Lemme Buy You a Drank

Munich

I love Adriene

Have a great 7 days.

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THE SLUMP

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I had high expectations for this Easter holiday.

Very high expectations, in fact.

I envisaged sun soaked sessions outside local coffee shops with my laptop perched on my knee in an oversized jumper. I pictured lazy days in the park spent scribbling in a notebook. At one point, I was booking a very expensive holiday to Cape Verde that I couldn’t afford, hoping to tan and write at the same time. Basically, I predicted that wherever I was in the world, I would be being (at the very least) creative, although of course, the reality of any sort of writing I do consists of my bed, some snacks and a pair of unwashed, faded pyjamas, so I’m not quite sure why I all of a sudden saw myself living in some sort of Hipster paradise, churning out great works of art on the other side of the world…

But anyway, two weeks into a two and a half week break from work and all I have posted on here are two ‘Sunday Papers’ pieces (which literally consist of nothing other than other people’s fantastic writing) and a couple of ‘Monday Mantras’, which, of course, everybody needs at the start of a working week, but it’s not exactly rocket science and/or a work of creative genius to find a quote and share it.

But it’s really not that I haven’t wanted to post anything. On the contrary, I was determined to become the next Zoella or whoever else is now living off the fruits of their online presence in the space of 17 days. But, surprisingly, it hasn’t happened. Perhaps I aimed too high? Perhaps ‘becoming Zoella’ was a little too optimistic? Perhaps I’ve lazed in bed for a little too long each morning? Spent too much time cooking delicious food or getting on with adult things like finding a flat and a new job?

Truth is, I really couldn’t tell you; I haven’t a clue why I haven’t been writing. I could list five thousand reasons why I might not be feeling particularly creative at the moment, but I really have no idea where my words have gone. The problem though, is that when these slumps strike, and I go into some sort of creative coma, it’s very difficult to hop back out of it and pick up a pen or start typing. Much like working out, once I haven’t written or posted anything of any significance in a while, the thought of doing so becomes scary and – at times – impossible. I question my abilities and grow uncertain about why I even do this.

And then I get an email.

Or a private message on Twitter.

People start questioning why I haven’t posted in a while and my hearts lifts a little.

I start to hear the familiar little cogs turning and get the urge to post something… anything.

So that’s why I’m here on this Wednesday evening.

I am hoping that by typing words and hitting publish without thinking too much about them, a creative valve hidden somewhere deep inside my body will open and, just like that, the juices will start flowing once again.

Here’s to thinking, writing and being more creative over the next few weeks.

Watch this space.

VINYASA IN THE SKY

Of course we would book something fun to do smack bang in the middle of London, at 6am, on the day of the godforsaken tube strike. But despite the long delays and overpacked bus stops, the journey was absolutely worth it for a whole hour of stretching beneath the clouds.

Now, I do appreciate that you might be questioning the logic behind waking up at 5am to do a bit of yoga when you can just pop down to your local gym or even watch a video on YouTube, but I promise you that it really is worth it. Challenging enough, but not too difficult, I really enjoyed the practise. The instructor threw in some poses I’d never tried and I appreciated her guidance too. And, believe it or not, there is no more peaceful place to practise yoga than above the rooftops of London, whatever Mary Poppins might’ve told you.

I obviously didn’t take any snaps whilst I was busy downward-dogging and forward-folding, but here are some shots of the beautiful – and often berated – Sky Garden in all its glory.

I would say it’s definitely worth a visit. And no, I’m not being paid to say that.

Namaste.