Oh that was very dramatic wasn’t it? At the beginning of September, I went for my first smear test and I wrote a post about it, which you can read here. This post went down really well and I spoke to lots of bloggery women about theirs; some who have had many and some who haven’t been for one yet. I was thrilled to be a part of the bigger voice that will help women be more open and honest about smear tests which in turn will hopefully, encourage more women to go and get theirs.
I was 25 on 4th September. You probably already knew that from my endless tweets over the past month where I’m fretting and panicking about getting older and the fact that turning 25 felt like such a huge, scary and daunting milestone for me. Well, it’s one that inevitably happened (I’m writing this in August and it feels weird to say inevitably because it’s not inevitable because I could very well die before I turn 25 and wow this post turned super morbid very quickly) – I’m 25 now and I’m still fretting and still panicking and still wondering when (if ever) I’ll start to feel like an adult. I’ve been thinking about things from a 25 year olds newly found perspective and here’s my list of things 25 year olds (myself included) should definitely be doing now.
At approximately 24 and a half years old, I received the letter in the post that I had been dreading, ever since I knew what a smear test was. The fact that the letter used words like “invited” didn’t make it any more cutesy or appealing. The fact of the matter was, I was at the age where a doctor needed me to spread my legs on a table and look into my fanny. There’s no beating around the bush (pun intended) and no sugar coating it really. It was time for my very first smear test.
Ever since I was diagnosed with anxiety, I’ve been super interested in yoga. I was made aware that it can help with your mental health and I was keen to try anything that might have an impact. Luckily for me, yoga did have an impact and I still practice it today, regardless of my mental state. I would recommend yoga to anyone and there are so many different types which benefit so many different elements of health and wellbeing. I wanted to talk about my own personal experience with yoga and the benefits I’ve found its made to my life.
I’ve never really done a monthly favourites blog post before, I’ve always just done monthly round ups or books I’ve been loving but I’ve never wrote about a variety of things that are making me happy or that I’m enjoying in any given month. Well, being as I’m blogging every day this month and am quickly running out of ideas, now is as good a time as any to do one. So here’s some stuff I like at the moment. And I’ll try and make it more interesting than that opening paragraph.
I said on Twitter last month that I wanted to start doing more personal posts on my blog; I kicked off this months selection of posts with probably the most personal post I’ve ever written and you know what? It felt good. It was scary. But it felt good having written it. This is my space on the internet after all – nobody else’s. Why can’t I talk about my private life, my personal problems and my own experiences?
Whether summer has hit where you are right now or not, chances are, if you’re a hay fever sufferer like me, you’ve already started or are starting to think about what you’re going to do to make these summer months sneeze-free. I have been a chronic hay fever sufferer since I was little and whilst I am eternally grateful that that is where my ailments stop and whilst I’m fully aware it could be much, much worse, that doesn’t mean that I don’t suffer terribly during the summer. Because I do. Boy, I do. Think about my eyes so swollen I can barely see and not being able to breathe through my nose without the help of a nasal spray for months on end. What a pretty sight that is!
I’m not sure if I believe in fate or “signs” from the universe but there’s no doubt that things happen sometimes that make you ponder. Receiving an email from Fab Little Bag for me, was one of those things. There I was, PMS’ing like cray cray; my boobs felt like bags of sand, my skin resembled that of a 13 year old boy and I had heartburn galore when up pops an email from this company. On the cusp of my period, I received an email from a period-related-company who want to send me a period-related-product? If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is.
I am all for self-care. Despite the fact it’s deemed a by-product of our generation and sense of entitlement, I can’t help but think, ‘why shouldn’t we be entitled to look after ourselves the best we can?’ And even, on occasion, before we look after anybody else. We are our own biggest commitment after all and we’re the only person in the entire world that we are stuck with forever so for that reason, I believe in self-care and its importance. But what I’ve been thinking about more and more recently is the actual self care “routines” we are often bombarded with which are sure to make us feel better and increase our mental wellbeing.
I am a 24 year-old female and I have a hella lot of trouble sleeping sometimes. Lack of sleep, insomnia or just general problems sleeping are usually associated with older people, right? Like menopause or health problems that occur later in life that might prevent people from falling asleep as easily and as naturally. It definitely sucks but older people have options to make night time more pleasant, like adjustable beds and riser recliner chairs for example which can make a huge difference to your wellbeing associated around sleep. But what about us young’un’s?