IDEAS AND INSPIRATION

Inspiration can be sought from anywhere. The unnamed hamlets you pass through on a train journey. The people strolling past you in the park, content in their oblivion. The harassed parent with the screaming child on the supermarket floor. If you look closely enough, if you pay enough attention to the minute details, you have the potential to find that spark of inspiration that will later ignite and begin a scorcher of a story.

That's why I always carry a notebook with me. I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with notebooks; with far too many floating around my bedroom. I am transfixed by their designs, textures and quotes, not to mention the endless pages of fresh, new white paper. I am drawn to the stationary isle of any supermarket, to the Paperchases and Rymans' of the High Street, to the quirky boutiques of Camden. When I find a notebook that is just right, it then holds all of the memories of that trip in which I can immerse myself whenever I turn the pages.

It's my safety net. If I am in brand new territory and am seemingly lost, as long as I have a notebook, I know I can sit myself somewhere, and just write. Writing is what I do best. And if I can't write, I draw. As soon as I sit myself in a library, a coffee shop or a park, with people to observe, sounds and smells to stimulate my senses, I open my notebook and write.

I am going to challenge you. I challenge you to go to a new city or town, somewhere you have never been before. Buy a notebook; whether it's a 99p ringbinder from the supermarket or a leather-bound pad from a High Street boutique, the choice is yours. Purchase a pen; fountain pens are a personal favourite but a Biro will do just fine. Locate a local coffee shop, park or even a bus stop. Then just sit still, and breathe in the smells of coffee beans, petrol fumes, freshly mown grass. Listen to the people around you, the cats fighting in the back alleys, the water fountain trickling steadily. Find your own source of inspiration, and just let the words flow from the barrel of your pen onto the crisp, white paper. Appreciate the world you live in. That's where true inspiration comes from.

SPRINGTIME

Spring. The first full season of the new year. When I think of spring, I think of all of the clichés surrounding it; small, fluffy baby animals, vibrant yellow daffodils, the beginnings of new buds on trees. But for myself, the idea of a 'fresh start' that spring brings, also gives me hope that the coming year will be the best one yet. And that is what has happened. Every year, I experience new places, people and things, and achieve more than I ever thought possible. Because of this, for the last few years, on the first day of spring (in 2015 being 20th March) I have created a list of all that I would like to accomplish in the coming year. Now the items on this list are not typical "bucket list" items, such as go skydiving, go on a road trip or visit a festival. Instead, they are tasks which I need to complete in order to ensure that I achieve everything in the future that I want to. So, I am going to share with you all that is on my list, for the year of 2015.

1. A-Levels.

In summer, I will be completing my second year of A-Levels in Biology, Psychology and English Language. At the end of my first year, I achieved CBA respectively, which, if I am being completely honest, was a disappointing result. This year I am working harder and longer than I ever have before, to achieve my goal of BAA. Despite not going to university, results like these will land me in good stead for other opportunities, and will also provide me with a platform for leverage should I ever want to go to university. Evidence of talent is useful, but every employer likes to see a high quality array of three letters on a piece of paper.

2. Get an internship.

This next point sort of goes against what I have just said, but if a balance of the two is considered then you will begin to get an idea of what I am going for. For a career in journalism, or writing, most employers will look to those with a degree first, this is true. However the factor which is just as, if not more important is evidence of your ability. By getting an internship at a magazine or online platform, even though I won't be paid I will be mixing with the right sort of people and will be able to begin putting my writing out there. I am aware that long hours will be spent fetching coffee and taking notes, but what else am I to expect when I have decided to take the hard way in? Working out how a magazine enterprise works will allow me to work my way up in their estimations, and get advice from the best on how to make it big.

3. Get a full-time job.

Due to not being paid, a full-time internship would not be appropriate. I will be an 18 year old girl living with her parents, hoping to travel the world solo in 2016. For this to work, I need a job. Now I currently have two jobs, both lifeguarding at a leisure centre. However for a full-time position I will be looking for a job in retail in the city of Bath. Bath is a city of opportunity and class, and so I hope that working there will give me the inspiration I need when writing and finding a suitable internship. I am aware that points 2 and 3 will not give me much spare time, but by filling up my schedule I will ensure that as little time as possible is spent doing nothing. Because at the end of the day, where is that going to get me?

4. Work harder on my book.

As some of you will know, I began writing my first novel last summer. I am 50 pages in, and have not written a single sentence for it in 6 months. This upsets me, as during the summer I would spend hours drafting and redrafting - it was my creative outlook. Therefore when I finish my A-Levels and have much more time to think and be stress-free, I would like to begin to work very hard on it in my spare time, and hopefully at the same time as being something to do, it will allow me to hone my writing skills and impact on my blog, and everything else I am up to.

5. Write more regularly on 'Welcome to my reflection.'

This is the third blog I have written on since learning about the activity. At first I had a fashion and beauty blog, and then was asked to write for a lifestyle blog, and then began this one. I have not written as much as I would have liked to while I have had it, and am putting this misdemeanor down to the stress of exams and coursework. It was my creative outlook, my little piece of the internet. My baby! So following results day I would like to up my frequency of posts to at least one a week, in order to build my online portfolio, as it were, in anticipation of potential writing positions!

Next spring I will revise this, and can see what I have and haven't managed to achieve in 2016.

L xx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LanCLS_hIo4 Bob Marley - Three Little Birds(because no one holds more optimism about the future than Bob, right?)

ELASTIC HEART

I wanted to compose a post today on the concept of art. Specifically, art when referring to music, and the choreographing behind videos. Even more specifically, about the ever so talented musician Sia, and her recently released video starring actor Shia LeBeouf and child dance prodigy Maddie Ziegler. This video has caused massive uproar in the music world and in the media, due to it's emotional, and personal nature. I understand that everyone has differing opinions when it comes to hidden meanings, however when people automatically cry "Paedophilia!" when they view a man and young girl interacting beyond what the public are comfortable with. LeBeouf and Ziegler are both professional artists, one a well-reknowned actor with years of experience, and the other a professional child dancer with a bright future.

I for one cannot understand why anyone would look at this video and see a sexual nature in any way. This is one of my favourite music videos of all time, and I have watched it countless times, trying to pick out the different messages Sia is trying to put across. The song is called "Elastic Heart" and so what I pull out of this video is Sia's two different personalities - one lighter and more childlike, and one darker half that represents her bad decisions and regrets. The two personalities hate each other due to the one constantly holding the other back, and no matter how hard the Ziegler personality tries to escape, LeBeouf is holding her back. However when she finally manages to escape the "cage" which I see as a metaphor for Sia's mind and body, she makes her way back in, and the two personalities reconcile. The intimacy the two dancers share represents the feeling that they are one, and that one cannot survive without the other.

Both dancers wear nude coloured, filthy body suits in the video. This again has been linked to the idea of the dancing being too intimate. However again, I do not in any way see a sexual nature to these outfits, instead, I believe they have been dressed in this way to focus the attention on the dancing, and portray the rawness of the workings of the human consciousness. This video made me feel extremely emotional and vulnerable the first time I watched it, because instantly I felt the emotion Sia was trying to put across. 

The controversy of this video has made me wonder - are we really seeing paedophilia in every situation where a non-related man and young girl are engaging in an intimate scenario? This video is SUPPOSED to show how close the two personalities are, and how they are both obsessed and repulsed by the other. I think it has thrown up so many controversial comments because unlike 99% of videos of this genre, it portrays a real emotion and is so much deeper than the others of its kind. I would be really interested to hear any comments that anyone has on this video and post.

I will link the video below, I encourage anyone who hasn't to watch it.

L xx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWZGAExj-es

CHRISTMAS

Christmas for me really is the most wonderful time of the year. It's a period where you get to spend time with the people you love most, and where everyone is joyous. Earlier, I asked my younger brother when his favourite time of the entire year is, which for him is the best day to spend. He replied with "my birthday". I asked him why. He then told me that on his birthday, everyone sings happy birthday to him, and he gets presents and cake and there is a big celebration as he is the most important person at that time. I reflected on this. I understand where he is coming from - all 13 year olds love presents and cake, and everyone feels special on their birthday because their life is being celebrated. When I was younger, I probably would have said the exact same thing. Even now, I enjoy being wished happy birthday, having the phone ringing all day and having an excuse to have a party. But here's the thing about birthdays; the person being celebrated is the only one who is truly happy. Everyone else feigns being excited for them, but in actual fact it is just another day for many people, where they could be doing other things with their time other than fawning over this individual. The reason I don't like my birthday, or my brother's, is that every evening my mum goes upstairs to her room, and has a little weep. This isn't because she's angry, or we've done something to upset her. It's because each year we get a bit older, and a bit closer to the time where we will eventually pack our bags, leave home and start our own families. And this fact scares her. Of course on my birthday I am happy, but when she quietly leaves the room in the evening I know what she is thinking, and it makes me sad that she thinks it every year.

But Christmas is different. Firstly, you get a long build up in the early months of advent calenders, chocolates, shopping and decorating before the twelve days of Christmas are even on the horizon. Advent calenders for me and my brother are so exciting - our parents used 24 silver tin cans to make a Christmas tree, and in each day they put a little present for each of us. For example this morning I got a little Yankee candle votive, and yesterday my brother received a bracelet from Hollister. They're never large presents, just little tokens which get us in the mood for the big day. Decorations are another of my favourite parts of the run up, I've decorated my bedroom with paper chains, tinsel, fairy lights, bunting, candles and a little Christmas tree on my desk. Every evening when it gets dark, the blinds go down, the lights turn on and the candles are lit. The atmosphere really calms me down, and gets me in the festive mood.

Another reason why Christmas is wonderful is the food. So. Much. Food. You begin with a bigger breakfast than normal, we usually have bacon sandwiches or pancakes before we start opening presents. Christmas is also an excuse to eat chocolate at any time of the day, so there will always be a tin of Quality Streets or Roses on the table from which people nibble all day. And then mum will bring out the big one. Christmas lunch is the best thing to ever be invented - with helpings upon helpings of turkey, veg, roast potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, crackling and gravy. Absolutely divine. Then when you can't eat another morsel, puddings are brought out. Christmas pudding, mince pies, cakes, chocolates and gingerbread galore. More food than you could possibly eat, which is why on Boxing day lunch is a Christmas dinner sandwich and leftover pudding. You couldn't ask for anything better, really.

But shall I tell you the main reason why Christmas day is the best day of the year? It is because it is the one day where everyone around you is just as excited as you are, and you can partake in the festivities knowing that everyone in the room is content. And it makes me happy knowing that.

L xx

The song I have chosen for this post is my all time favourite Christmas tune, Fairytale of New York by The Pogues. Enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9jbdgZidu8

TRAVELLING AROUND THE WORLD???

What is the one thing that every 16 year old ever says when talking about a gap year?

"Yeah so in my gap year I'm going to travel around the world."

How many actually fulfill that desire? Not many.

The logistics of travelling the world, in a year, at 18 years old, don't quite add up. Many people forget to factor in the cost of flights, visas, insurance and all of the other extras that come with travelling. For this reason, many people don't end up travelling around the world, and twenty years later when they look back on their young adult life, it is the one thing they wish they had accomplished. When I tell people that next year I would like to travel the world, many of them shake their heads as if they are old, wise and knowledgeable about the inevitable downfall that will be my dreams next year. However this is where I am determined to prove them wrong. When I read blogs belonging to other people that are more successful, have more followers and have some sort of reputation, my eyes are consistently drawn to those advertising TRAVEL TRAVEL TRAVEL. The idea that I could combine two of my favourite pastimes; writing and sitting on a plane filled with excitement about where it is taking me, overwhelms me beyond belief. Furthermore - and at this I am jittery with exhilaration - some people even get paid for doing such a thing. I defy anyone who tells me this isn't the best job description in the entire world.

So this is what I am setting out to do. My idea in a tiny, tiny nutshell; work and build up a bank of savings, and then withdraw every penny and use it to travel to all of the places I want to most in the entire world. However here is where my plan differs from all the other naive 16 year olds - I will aim to write a post on a brand new travel blog for every single day I am away. That way, whether I end up getting noticed or not, I can do what I love for as long as I can and then use it when I get home to England to show people what I am capable of. Everyone I speak to tells me I'm either brave, idiotic, courageous, outlandish or simply stupid for going out on such a tiny limb, with not many places to jump to safety if I fall. If anything, these comments only spur on my enthusiasm. I want to prove everyone wrong. I want to try and spend as long as I can doing what I do best, and if it doesn't work out? Well then I can go back to being a lifeguard for a bit longer.

I have a quote on my bedroom wall that reads "If your dreams don't scare you, they're not big enough." My dreams scare the pants off me, which surely means that it is the right thing to do, and I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't go out on this limb.

I hope you will all support me.

L xx



Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2VCwBzGdPM

FEMINISM

The majority of people who see that word, that abstract noun, that collectivist term, would have similar immediate thought processes, involving at least two of the following phrases. "She probably doesn't shave and enjoys the feel of course hair scratching her underarms." "Man-hater; I expect she's a lesbian." "Oh she's one of those radicals who runs the streets naked professing her love of fresh air whistling past her bare boobs." I have encountered many such definitions, when in actual fact, the term is much more clear-cut. Feminism. A person who believes in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes. For me as an individual, I don't understand how there is a person in the world, male or female, who wouldn't identify as a feminist. And I am going to explain to you, as simply as I possibly can, why I am a feminist.

At 14 years old, I was walking home from school past a house which had building work taking place. Scaffolding surrounded the house, and many middle-aged men were stood on the scaffolding chatting, drinking coffee and laughing. It was here that I first experienced being objectified by a man. One of the builders lent over the railing and whistled at me, whilst another called "Oi Pete, what you would give for a piece of that ass!" At which they all laughed and began conversing among themselves. At the time, I was actually rather flattered by the comment, despite being from men old enough to be my father. However a few days later, I began thinking about what had been said. What gives those men the right to call me out on various parts of my body, embarrassing me and making me feel like a piece of meat to be analysed for its shape and aesthetics? Why is it okay for a man to objectify a woman, or young girl, but if women made those sorts of comments to boys they would be seen as vulgar and disgusting? At this point I began to google objectification, and sexism, and started to read blogs and forums where people (mainly female I hasten to add) discussed situations such as these. This is where I first encountered the term feminism. And I liked the notion of it, the notion of this small minority of women who wanted to change the majority opinion that women are weaker and less important than their male counterparts.

I encounter so many girls who say "I have all the rights I need. I can work the same jobs as men, I can vote, and I can drive cars according to the same laws as men. What else do I need?" And at this, I just sink in a sea of despair at how uneducated the majority of society is about gender equality. Because I feel that these people are missing crucial information they need to make that decision. For example, are they aware that in the UK this year, women still earn on average 15% less per hour than their male counterparts? That doesn't seem like much, but it adds up to over £5,000 per year that they are being deprived of. I wonder if these same girls have ever been subject to sexual harassment. I know I certainly have, and by this I don't mean violent abuse, like rape. I mean verbal harassment, which I receive most days when I'm walking around town. People don't even have to speak, I can see men walking past me looking me up and down, as if I am an animal at auction. Does this seem fair to you, that women endure this every single day, whereas men have no such worries? Does it bother you that if I am walking down a road in the dark, and I see a group of men walking in the opposite direction, I will purposely cross the road so I don't have to walk past them, for fear of being harassed? This is the sort of behaviour that I believe society needs to take measures to change. And it can be done. We just need enough people to see that males and females should be treated with equal respect, and evolution will run its course and change our the views of our patriarchal culture.

Thank you for reading this. I welcome any comments you may have.

L xx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17hPCHLMpyM Beyoncé - Flawless

THE FUTURE

The Future. My Future. Those words have been haunting my mind, and deciding my life choices, for the last few years. When I was younger, at around the age of 5, the answering phrase to the question "What would I like to be when I grow up?" was simple. "A doctor, so I can make people better. Also a vet, so I can stroke animals all day. And I want to write books because I really like making up stories." I knew exactly how I wanted my life to go, and I figured that it was simple to achieve. However as we grow and mature into children, and teenagers, we are told that we need to be "realistic" in deciding our future careers, and that we need certain skills to progress in our chosen profession, of which we can pick just one. So twelve year old Liberty sat down in her bedroom and began to think about what she really wanted from a career, because it's always an advantage to think ahead, right? She was already under the impression that she was a young lady, and definitely old enough to make a decision as important as what she wanted to do as a job for the rest of my life. She couldn't be a doctor, because you had to be good at science for that and she really didn't like science at all. A vet seemed a plausible option, but there would always be the part where you had to clean out rabbit cages and that didn't seem very hygienic to be doing for the rest of her life. So that left a writer. Well, she did enjoy Literacy, and Mrs Johnson said her stories were very interesting and she always seemed to write so much more than everyone else in the class. So, she spent the next few years content in the belief that her future was sorted.

When you start secondary school, you reach a point where you begin to be asked the same question. Except this time, you are expected to give serious answers, with a defined pathway in mind to reach your goal of that job which has been approved by your teacher. Gone were the aspiring astronauts, the prospective painters and the dozens of doctors. Instead, we had teachers, engineers, plumbers, journalists and businessmen. At this point, 16 year old Liberty (having decided that being a writer was a precarious profession and didn't count as a real job) was set on passing her GCSEs and A-Levels with flying colours in order to become a first-class psychologist. Yes, that counted as a realistic job - you had to be clever, go to university and get a degree, and I found psychology interesting which was an added bonus. So, having achieved all As and A*s at GCSE she chose a range of academic subjects to continue at AS Level.

In year 12, big decisions such as university and jobs come around very quickly, as you start to be invited to open days and events to help you make up your mind where you are going post-A Level. At this point, choosing red-brick universities which excelled in the field of psychology seemed a very valid option, so score-chart in tow, 17 year old Liberty ran off to Bath, Cardiff, Southampton, Birmingham and many more to see what university life would have in store for her. It was very exciting. And when it started getting towards the end of the academic year, she had all the answers ready. "Where would you like to go?" Somewhere in the top 20 for the subject would be ideal. "What would you like to do?" Psychology of course, "What would you like to do after university?" ........ Ah. Her plan hadn't accounted for that question. She had ruled out the option of becoming a world-class psychologist, because for that you needed many, many years at university, and that would cost a lot of money and not leave much time for anything exciting. And apart from that, there wasn't much else to do with a psychology degree. Her plan had been foiled, and now she didn't know what to do.

She spent the summer holidays worrying about exam results, starting year 13, and The Future. She was back to square one, which wasn't a good place to be with only one year of schooling left. So yet again, she began to think. She thought about what had consistently been her favourite thing to do at school. She thought about how university isn't the best option for everybody, and most importantly she thought about the career options she had discarded when she was younger. She spoke to her parents, to her teachers, to her friends, and she thought long and hard for weeks and weeks. Maybe psychology was not what she really wanted to do. What was the point of studying a subject for three years, and then not using it in her future career? Why waste three years at university, when you can spend that time experiencing the world, and what role you play in it. And suddenly it came to her, just like it did all those years ago. Writing! She wanted to be a writer. Of course.

So that is the next step in my life. Figuring out how to make this work, how to be successful, and how to do it while having an amazing time.

Stay tuned.

L xx

Avicii - Wake Me Up
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcrbM1l_BoI