It’s Saturday and I’m spending a rare weekend in London. Rare because I’m a country gal, and there’s nothing quite like a fresh, country walk at the weekend to ensure you return to London adequately smug. And rare because although the weekends in London usually begin with good intentions, it doesn’t take long before your bank balance starts to cry and you resort to a Come Dine With Me marathon with Lidl’s own brand chocolate.
This morning I rolled out of bed and tried not to think about last night’s cheese and wine night. Mainly because if you add it all together, I actually consumed more than an entire block of cheese. View Post
As part of my bucket list challenge I vowed to complete 30 days of veganism.
I have an extremely love/hate relationship with food and dieting. Sometimes I love cutting out different food groups to see if it makes any changes to me physically or mentally, other times I turn into a 23 year old demon, crying because she forgot to do her laundry and now she’ll have to wear bikini bottoms to work. Just me? Cool. View Post
I expected to feel horrific when I got back from travelling. After being away for 14 months I thought the initial ‘see my friends and family and be back in the motherland’ feeling would wear off after a few weeks and I’d be left sobbing alone in the corner. Everyone would be bored of my stories and I would come to detest the English accent because let’s face it, the kiwi accent is a million times better.
But I’ve only really had a couple of ‘woe is me’ days. Usually, I can’t believe I’m back and I absolutely love and appreciate all the things I missed, having baths, eating dinner with my family and not waking up in the middle of the night to some Germans sitting on my bed snorting coke. View Post
Since I was a teenager, I’ve noticed a tendency to let me thoughts get the better of me. The tendency to bumble along through life missing out on so much good, because I’m too busy worrying about something. I spend far too much time in my head and not enough time appreciating whatever goes on around me. The real life stuff.
When I returned home, I created a bucket list to hold myself accountable for my actions and thoughts. To make sure I am always appreciative and don’t take people, or life for granted. And even though I’ve barely even started, it’s already taught me so much about mindfulness, meditation and dealing with the negative self talk that has plagued me for as long as I can remember.
On Wednesday evening I headed to RADA studios in central London for my first ever Kundalini yoga class. One of my 25 Things Before 25 was to go to a yoga class and I was inspired to try Kundalini yoga after falling in love with yoga a few years ago, alongside hearing the effects of Kundalini specifically could be similar to Ayahuasca.
During my time in Peru, I met a lot of people who had taken Ayahuasca and had incredible experiences. Others, not so great. I passed on doing an Ayahuasca retreat whilst away as I actually don’t think I’m mentally strong enough to cope with vomiting, intense hallucinations or potentially life altering revelations . Some of you may call me boring, I like to think of myself as sensible.