It is time to stake a stand. The world seems to be in turmoil everywhere you look. Tensions from East to West have been rising and they are only going to develop with the Presidency of Donald Trump.
Easier said than done, I KNOW! God knows, I know! But how many times have you found yourself stressed or feeling down over, what I call 'external reasons'. External reasons are the ones where other people's actions have had an effect on you. It could be something they said or did to you, or to someone else. This is them having control over your emotions. The only person who should control how you feel is you. Not a customer from work, not a flatmate or that person you keep hooking up with. Other people do not deserve the right to make you feel shit.
Anyone else feel like 2016 fucked them over a little? By December I questioned where the year went and why did I feel like I had wasted it? Of course I did some great things in 2016 and overall feel very lucky to have visited the places I did and make some really good friends but I can't help feeling like I could have done more.
2016 fucked us over. Now I'm ready to fuck 2017.
I fear that we have become an observant society. We scroll, look and read about the on-goings of the world, Syria, America, Britain, Europe and even our own towns. We can share and write a tweet about what we want to change or how horrible it is but do we actually do anything? I don't. I continue to sit and scroll further into the mind-numbing Facebook.
We don't all have to be world changers. We don't have to lead protests in the street but this year I want to engage more by talking to more people about these issues, start a conversation over the after work pints. It could all start from a conversation that may prove to be more valuable than giving it a 'like' or 'angry emoji' on Facebook. The power of conversation is priceless. You can learn, teach and find a new passion or subject of interest with people you would never have thought you could have. It can be too easy nowadays to pick up your phone while going for coffee with friends, but instead of instagramming your skinny latte, drink it while it's hot and laugh with your friends as you burn your tongue.
Pro-active is my word of the year. I want to write, create, talk, learn, study and live this year being completely present in the moment. Social media has consumed my life this year, as I waited for replies, likes and comments. I read news, articles, discussions on war, politics, feminism and independent businesses. I liked and shared. It stopped there. 2016 was the year of complaining with eye rolling emoji's as 'more bad news' dropped on my timeline. I complained that I didn't have motivation, that I didn't read as my book collected dust while I scroll instagram for an hour, I complained that I did the same thing every night and continued to do so. I got myself in a cycle and it is now time for it to be broken. So far I have already deleted the facebook app and picked up a book to read. I have come across an online website looking for writers who I'm wanting to apply for and I've decided to have a massive clear out. I feel like I've just hit the refresh button. Something I think a lot of us could do instead of watching re-runs on Netflix.
I'm sick of sitting in bed at the end of day feeling like I've wasted my day. I'm done with waking up with a regrettable hangover. At the end of 2017, I want to feel satisfied with the year, knowing I gave enough fucks to actually do something with my myself.
Time is what you make of it and I want to make the absolute most of this time I am given.
So here's to 2017. Let's see what you've got.
I know, it's been a while.
I almost forgot my login details. I forgot that I haven't updated my display picture to my latest short hair cut (yeah-short). I'm sorry that this little space on the internet has been dormant. I'm sorry I have been failing to get in touch with this little blog or even share your contents on twitter.
But it's not you. It's me.
The balance between work, education and social life is a hard one. An unequal one, where I haven't yet found a space for you. Strange, as I'm studying to be a writer, a journalist, and yet I'm struggling to write. I'm a writer who hasn't been writing. The mistake is wholly mine. I find myself caught up in late night drinking, last night lusting and early morning regrets. You're young, I attempt to justify myself as I miss another lecture or having to face a class with the stamp from the club on my wrist like it's Voldemort's dark mark. But this is at a cost. A cost of my other passion. The passion that actually keeps me going and doesn't leave in the morning. My writing. My yearn for success. And I'm ready to change.
I'm ready to focus on the course work and my development as a writer. And this is when I turn to you, little blog.
For the past three years, you have been there. You've held my thoughts, fashion and sponsored words, never leaving my mind. For that reason, I'm not ready to quit. It is time to change.
I'm pin-pointing my focus onto the words, my thoughts on society and the world we live in. Even before Little Kaatie's Little Thoughts was put into the world wide web, I wanted to make a change, make people think. Therefore, my content will be shifting to these thoughts. My fashion posts will be few, sponsored posts will be fewer and my content, with hope, will be stronger.
It may take a while to get this where I want it, but all good things are worth the wait. I might write absolute awful posts that readers will quickly press the x to, but I may write something that might get someone to stay longer than 3 lines down. Who knows.
All I know is, dear blog, I'm here with my thoughts and I know you will wait for them. Together, this change will make us grow-metaphorically speaking of course.
"And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl"
Aah Galway! You humbly sit in my top 3 favourite cities, with your narrow cobbled streets, a glistening harbour and traditional Irish buildings. The city is situated in the West of the Emerald Isle and during the summer the streets are alive with buskers as the tourists, students and locals huddle around between their shopping trips. Of course, I want to be a part of it.
Do you ever find yourself stuck in a beauty rut? Using the same products over and over again? My rut got shaken up with products from Deciem*, The abnormal beauty company*, leaving me thinking, how have I ever lived without them?
I like to start my day off with a smile and a good laugh. A comedy show just before lunch time is perfect to get you into the swing of things on a Fringe day. I got into Edinburgh at 11am to catch Aaand Now For Something Completely Improvised at 11:45 and it was worth getting up at 8am for. Racing Minds is the theatre company behind this fun show and have strongly established themselves as a leading improv theatre group at the Edinburgh Fringe.
The quintet hand over the control with the audience, involving us as soon as we step through the door. Welcoming us is the Butler who hands out sweets (the no sweets from strangers rule goes out the window), and Grandad trying to remember the characters of his storybook to read to his grandchildren. Over to the audience where, on this occasion, audience members named the book's antagonist Cedric, and it's set in Narnia (think copyright rule goes through the window too) and is secretly the 'love child of Donald Trump'.
|Image from Pleasance.co.uk|
Keeping to this skeleton of a plot, 4 actors, kept in time with live music from Dylan Townley, takes us on a unpredictable journey as they tell the story, switching characters and costumes with smart wit and questionably below the belt one liners. I don't know if it was the Trump influence, but in this case, there were a lot of political comments, showing they weren't afraid to show their stance or highlight controversial topics. As one of the actors kept bringing up Turkey in his jokes, the other actors awkwardly looked at each other until someone else interrupted by highlighting how they might end up in prison. The jokes then moved on to Trump himself which became a good catalyst for the turning point and, oddly enough, saviour of the day.
Jokes aside, the topics that were highlighted throughout proved an awareness of what has, and currently is going on in the world. Although they are a comedic group, they prove their intelligence, and an English degree in some cases, which gains my respect and gave the audience ‘food for thought’. Described as a ‘family show’, although they gave the adults lines to giggle at, the over the top, dislocated arm movements, from actor Daniel Roberts had the audience in tears as he knocked over the bit of the set.
The show is perfectly imperfect, and nor do they take them selves seriously, but they do guarantee a seriously good laugh and an enjoyable afternoon. No two will ever be the same and with every year they return to the Fringe, they are sure becoming one of the best improvisation groups to star.