My battle scars are your enjoyment.

Birds and I have never seen eye to eye. They are unpredictable with the ability to not only walk and run with the added and most definitely unnecessary bonus of flying. They lurk, they steal and they have beady little eyes that stare into the depths of your soul.  But it was one cold winters day that trauma ensued.

As a young teen the idea of gym class outside during Winter was not ideal however as the diligent student I am I pursued my task and headed outside to the park across the road alongside the rest of my classmates. As we crowded around the teacher all moaning about the unfortunate combination of Winter and Cricket (yes we were all aware how awful that sounds) I stood opposite my classmates for a reason I cannot remember for the life of me, and suddenly each of their mouths opened and their eyes widened while in turn my face first became confused. Why were they all pulling faces of shock and horror? Was there some inside joke I was missing out on? and then it hit me quite literally. A pigeon, the most horrid of all birds, landed on my head, it was that moment my heart stopped and I had wondered if I had begun to see the infamous bright light. Had I died? Had I entered my own personally hell? okay maybe I was being dramatic, but nevertheless, I dropped to the ground as I assume one naturally would, wailing my hands around trying remove the pigeon from my head. But here is the kicker, IT WAS STUCK.  As everyone laughed, I cried swearing right then and there that my relationship with birds will never be mended, I had created my very first enemy.

Eventually after the pigeon’s claws were removed from my scalp I sat there, in the middle of the park with the mascara I wasn’t allowed to wear streaming down my face for what must have been a good five minutes.  After completing my melt down (one I believe was well deserved) I looked up at the rest of my class and I laughed. I just starting laughing. Maybe it was shock maybe it was an immediate realisation of how crazy the whole situation was.  It was so hard to comprehend, pigeons tend to fly away when you approach not fly towards you and land on your head like it was prepared for battle. But no matter how traumatic it is equally the most hilarious event of my life.

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Carts, cameras, and an oh so windy day

I have always loved pictures ever since I was a child. I would pose for the camera until the space ran out, but recently I have found more comfort behind the lens. I love the idea of capturing a moment, and embodying a personality. I feel like photography and journalism go hand in hand like Mary-Kate and Ashley or Maccas and a night out. Although my photos are still very much amateur, hell I don’t even have my own camera yet I hope that my busy schedule allows for me to explore this new and improving hobby of mine.


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New Year, New Me?

It is crazy to think that we are already a few days into 2017 and with 2016 officially behind us all I have high hopes for the year ahead. With surprising unrealistic plans to further myself in almost every aspect of my life, I walk into this year with a positive attitude.

I am not normally the type to make new years resolutions, as I tend to be the kind of person who forgets I made them within a few months. But this year with high hopes to improve myself I thought why not make goals rather than resolutions, they may be very similar ideas but I think pressures surrounding the two are very different. A goal is something to strive for making conscious decisions each step of the way towards achieving the said goal, even if you do not achieve the goal, the small steps towards it still give a sense of accomplishment. A resolution on the other hand carries so much pressure, more of a pass or fail type vibe to it, not really the type of this I am after.

It has taken me a while to write this post as I have been battling with myself as to what type of goals I want to set for myself. Do I challenge myself? or set more realistically achievable goals? I have finally come to the conclusion of why not both?! I am hoping that by documenting them here on my messy little journal ill take more of a conscious effort in working towards the end result.

So I do not babble on too much here are my goals for 2017!

  1. Make at least two blog posts a week. A commitment to this blog is reflective of my commitment to achieving my career goals.
  2. Expand my cooking horizons. With a current repertoire of two meals, I think it is time for a bit more variety.
  3. Keep a tidy space. A messy bedroom can cause a lot of stress, hopefully in minimising the mess I can minimise the stress!
  4. Improve my grade average. I have always strived for the best marks possible and with my first year of university under my belt its time to step up the game.

If you have made resolutions or goals in this year like me I wish you the best of luck!

Yours Truly,

My Messy  Little Journal ♥︎