It’s time to move out, and with this, it’s time to declutter.
Recently a thought came to my mind – namely, how many benefits my work on myself brings me in everyday life. How much I’ve learned, how much I took to heart. How many things in my life have changed. How many negatives I got rid of. Why do I so rarely turn my attention to it? I focus on what is here and now, I often forget how far I’ve come, since I set my mind on health. And today is the day I share this with you. I will tell you about how much the power of habit has impacted my life and also, what it took.
Why are some of us not comfortable living our lives bare faced? What really is stopping us from embracing our imperfections and can a few pimples affect our feeling of self worth and confidence with time? I, a strong believer of ‘change your look, change your life’ have taken a step to own my imperfect skin and share my experience as I go. Continue reading
It’s time to look back on 2016 and sum it up with my top ten favourite moments and best decisions I’ve made this year. Who did I meet and what was my favourite place I’ve visited? Continue reading
For this day I have been waiting months. It almost felt like it was one of my friends (and not one of my role models) has published a book. What kind of book you may ask? A book that has the potential to transform lives through changing eating habits, inspiring to live a healthier, more active life, and giving a perspective on living differently. A vegan cookbook.
About the author:
I found Niomi through the YouTube platform about three years ago, but it was only in the last two years that I took real interest and became a true follower. There is something different about Niomi. To me, Niomi became my role model not only because of her great and light-hearted personality, but also her values and strength she portrays. Positivity and a great attitude to life is what I truly admire in people. There is something comforting about her videos, something true that I can’t necessarily point my finger on. It’s the feeling of being home (as cheesy as it sounds). It’s the comfort of not being judged by your life choices (e.g. the way we eat) but instead being slowly guided towards a life that is fulfilling and true to yourself.
From the outside it’s easy to think that somebody has got it all figured out. Because my hair is curled and my cheeks are intentionally flushed – I must not have a care in the world. As if it were expected from my demons to be worn like a scarlet letter pinned to my chest – and they assume if you cannot see it, then it’s not really there. As if pain does not exist unless you’re bleeding or slung in a cast or staggering with a limp. But sometimes, the most painful demons are the ones they can’t even see.
So we learn how to smile, how to grin, and bear it. Because, nobody likes to talk about the tough stuff… Hell, I don’t like to talk about the tough stuff.
I have anxiety.
After my many low customer-orientated jobs including working in a poultry factory, serving fast food or being stuck in an uncomfortably small stock room of a charity shop, my chances of getting a great retail job seemed relatively low, or so I thought.
Let’s get to the bottom of this all. My second year of university seemed to be quite of a financial challenge. I knew I had to work right from the start to even dream of feeding my belly! The temptation to get back to my fast food chain job was real, only I knew I deserved so much better. Twenty-something CVs and cover letters later, I finally got an e-mail back! It was the manager of Cath Kidston offering a phone-interview. Eeeek! I hate phonecalls!
I rushed to the job review sites in search of tips and advice, but haven’t found much information other than to stay bubbly and friendly. And so I done exactly that.
Lifelong peace and happiness are available now, and they’re closer than you think. By taking just a few minutes out of your day and making the simple but dramatic shift into the present moment, you will find more focus, effectiveness and clarity than you ever thought possible. There is no jargon, religion or new age vision quest, just simple steps to be happier and more confident straight away.
Mindfulness has always been something I gravitated towards. To learn how to live in the present moment without worrying about the past or the future has been a struggle of mine for the past while. Not because I want to worry about all of these things, but my anxiety has pushed my mind to ridiculous thoughts.
To start my journey to deeper self-growth of the thought process itself, I picked up “Mindfulness – Plain & Simple”. Because I was slacking on reading physical books, I figured this would be the perfect choice as it was relatively short and seemed to be easy to read from day one.
My love for biking started because of my ambition to stay active throughout my time at university. As soon as I got my paycheck at the end of the month, I researched all the possibilities and bought my first ride – a Traditional Viking Belgravia ♥. It was love at first sight.
Due to my love for the design of the actual bike AND my new lifestyle, I’d like to share ten reasons you should drop your car/bus and hop on your bike TODAY!
… and yet again, enjoy the ride!
If you’re wondering what the REAL life of a university student looks like, you’ve come to the right place.
Now, let’s make it clear, it is different for everyone. The party animals, ‘rich’ peeps, food thieves, the night owls and so on… I am a mixture of all those things (excluding financially stable haha), how has uni been treating me so far?
First of all, how am I at the end of my second year ALREADY? I only moved into my halls a week ago! 😦 Where has the time gone? You see, at uni, it just so happens that we unintentionally start living from one deadline to another. That’s why we’re all here, right?
Life at university isn’t just learning and attending lectures. It’s the constant battle of creating a routine! If you’re not in the library, you’re in lectures, working at your part-time job (if you’re ambitious enough, of course), watching Netflix, dying while carrying your groceries up the stairs or dying with hangover. Sounds easy? Ha-ha, not to me!