Let’s Talk: Failure

fashion, failure, disappointment, motivation, inspiration, fashion blogger

location, notting hill, london

In year 12 (age ~17) I decided to apply to be Head Girl at my school. At first I wasn’t going to apply, I was totally petrified to do so and I figured there was no point putting myself under the stress; but because of that very reason – I decided I would apply after all. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to shy away from something due to fear. The process wasn’t too complicated: we did a speech in front of our year group on any topic of our choice, a group discussion task, and then a few people got through to round two which I think involved an interview. As I was most scared about doing the speech, I put all of my energy into this; I chose to speak about our generation’s obsession with celebrity news – how comes there’s people dying in the world but we’re all just interested in whether or not Lindsay Lohan was drunk coming out of that club yesterday? (And this was back when LL/Paris Hilton/Britney Spears were celebrity news). I’m going to be honest, I think I banged my speech. Afterwards the head teacher of my school told me on two separate occasions that my speech was really good, and I was also getting approached by people I didn’t really speak to often who reiterated this fact too. The group task was good, I wouldn’t say it was anything special, because what was special was my speech.

Apr 1 2018 at 8:38 am   ·   Advice, Chatty

How to Push Through a Writer’s Block

writer, advice, motivation, inspiration, blog

The first thing I ever wanted to “be” was a nurse – I had seen some nurse costumes in an Argos catalogue and I decided it was my destiny to follow that path. Soon after, I decided I wanted to pursue writing. I wrote my first story when I was 5 years old, and over time I would fold together pieces of paper and use the left hand side to draw biro stick figures, and the right hand side to scribble down trivial stories. I graduated over time to using the computer to write stories, and by the time I was 15 I was printing and stapling down 100+ page novels. I stored all my stories in a shoe box, which I still have stowed away in a wardrobe in my room in my family home. At some point the dream of being an actress got intertwined in there, and now I don’t even know what I want to “be” aside from successful, running my own businesses and making lots of money. This thought popped into my head the other day – it seemed I had failed at every single dream I had when growing up. I’m not a nurse – or qualified to be one, I’m definitely not an Oscar winning actress and I haven’t become J.K. Rowling.

Mar 14 2018 at 7:33 pm   ·   Advice