Ascent Of Summer

walking up moel famau

It’s hot out today, phew! The electric fan is right on me, set to the highest speed and I am still not getting any cooler. The ice-trays just ain’t supplying me with enough ice either; I’m downing ice-water like it’s nobody’s business. Where I live, days like this do not come around very often, so I really shouldn’t moan, but, sheesh!

The weather last weekend was exceptional. Blue skies, warm air, pic-nics and sunkissed skin is what last Saturday consisted of, in a nut-shell. It’s so good for the soul, going out into the great outdoors. Breathing in that fresh air and clearing the mind of all the worries and stress that accumulates through-out the week.  I should force myself to do more of this ‘going outdoors’; it is definitely one of the best ever therapy treatments, for me.

Up-hill Struggle

When my partner suggested going for a strole up Moel Famau for a lovely walk in the sunshine and a pleasant pic-nic when we reach top, I thought, aww, that sounds absolutely perfect. Little did I know, it would be around 1.5 miles to the top. That doesn’t sound much, but this was, by no means, flat land. Bear in mind, I have been a driver for 5 months now, and have not had much exercise since passing my test. My legs were aching, my face was a pasty shade of crimson and not to mention the wheezing sound that was coming from my chest; slightly worrying.

“There’s a bench! Get me to the bench!” I sat down for literally a minute, to check out the view. There were about five paragliders, gliding around, just above us. The bold colours against the blue sky were beautiful, and the shadows created by the gliders, flowing across the hills had me, almost, in a state of hypnosis.

 

The Only Way Is Up

Moel Famau walkBut then! My peace was quickly disturbed, when I noticed a wasp on the strap of my shoulder bag, (while it was on my shoulder)! It wouldn’t shake off for the life of it! And this was a big-daddy wasp, I wasn’t gonna’ attempt to flick it, no-way. So of course, I do the next best thing. I chuck my bag into a puddle and run away like a little school girl. Hilarious for on-lookers, but terrifying for me.

So, we made our merry way up the mountain, (or hill, actually), and inspite of the struggle, I pushed and pushed onwards and upwards, until we FINALLY reached the top! “Yes!” I shouted, as I plonked myself onto the ground, shuffling round for my can of pop (that I so deserved). We laid out the pic-nic blanket and lay ourselves down to catch our breath and have some lunch.  The view from the top was incredible, but the sense of achievement (and relief) that I felt was beyond words.  We took a few minutes to soak-in the amazing surroundings, before heading back, downhill.

top of the hill Moel Famau Sarah Marion

top of moel famau hill

It’s All Downhill From Here

Time to head back! I was like a little jumping bean bopping down the hill! I was so happy that all of the hard work was done and it’s nothing but smooth-sailing from now on. Well, for today anyway. I planned to join a gym starting Monday, after work. Before you ask: Yes, I did go, and yes I went on Tuesday, also. The first day was hard, but not as hard as Moel Famau. The second day was easier; I went a little bit faster and a little bit harder and wasn’t even wheezy the slightest bit. I am actually looking forward to going again! I know, crazy, right?! It seems the harder I work, the easier it all gets.  Darn it, I hate when the professionals are right. Ha-ha!

 

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Friday Feeling

I Got That Friday Feeling!

friday feelingI’m feeling really good today, in general. I’m at work, but I am still feeling good. Hey, it’s Friday; Friday’s are always good because you’re looking forward to the weekend and to being able to chill and take a load off, if you’re lucky that way. I’m child free, so yes, I am one of the lucky ones. Apologies for rubbing it in. Although, I have heard it’s one of the best things ever to have a little one of your own, and they’re such a blessing, and so on and so forth. I’m sure that is all very true, but while I am not yet a mother I am going to enjoy my chilled weekend doing whatever I want, when I want and how I want; And while I am not yet blessed enough to be a mum, I will be blissfully unaware, enjoying my free time. Hoosarr…

Look At The Baby!

Speaking of children; A girl I work with who is on her maternity leave at the moment, came into the office today with her 3 month old baby boy, Bobbie. You should have seen how the atmosphere changed instantly, the minute we all seen them come through the door.

My place of work is massively female-dominated; all you could hear were grown women making silly noises and screaming every time the baby cracked a smile or gurgled, (so cute though). So, as you could imagine, the men that work here were scarce, probably just because they were scared they might catch the broody-bug. Hmm… Maybe; maybe not. We didn’t care anyway, more cuddles for us!

Playing with a little baby is so much fun; when you can pass them back to the mum after a while. Although, you do often hear mums say how much they love their child and how they can’t stop looking at them, and admiring every new thing they do. It’s very intriguing.

I guess I will need to look into this soon, because my biological clock is tick, tick, ticking away.  I would have to have IVF, though, so my doctor’s advised, but you never know; miracles do happen.  You see, I had an ectopic pregnancy a few years ago and the baby grew to 7.2 centimetres in my fallopian tube, which had to be removed.  I guess it just wasn’t the right time for me, but I am still feeling positive about the whole situation. It’s fine.

Back To My Friday Feeling!

Anyway, moving on. I must admit. My idea of Friday fun is a little different nowadays. It used to be getting dressed up and meeting friends in a pub or party to dance and drink and drink and dance until we literally could do no more dancing or drinking. But a hangover in them days was much easier to deal with; a shower, greasy burger and an energy drink later, you were ready to do it all over again. The mere thought of it now makes my stomach churn. Blaa… If I were to attempt this these-days, I would resemble a cabbage laid on the couch for the whole weekend, sipping an Alka-Seltzer in my own little pity party. Not fun at all.

This all being said, I have got the major Friday feeling today. I love it! When the clock strikes 5:PM I’m gonna’ get in my lime green, Vauxhall Adam (car), blast my fave Spotify playlist called Divas, sing my heart out (with the windows up), get home, plonk myself down, annnnd relax, (sigh). It’s so exciting.

Active Weekend! …Kinda’

We (my partner and I) are going to Moel Famau tomorrow morning to climb some mountains and just walk around for a few hours. I am trying to prepare myself for the gym on Monday because I haven’t been for around 4 years. I’m 3 stone heavier, so now’s about time; I am not getting any thinner doing nothing, that’s for certain. Apparently, it’s because I am content; or because I’m happy and in love. Yeah, obviously! ‘Coz it’s nothing to do with the fact that I can clear a box of Jaffa cakes in 2 minutes flat! So delicious... Oh-well, rice cakes and water as of Monday. I’ll get used to it after a while. Hoping! 

The weekend is just around the corner! I’ll update you all about our trip to the mountains on Saturday. Is it bad that I’m overjoyed because I know I can pig-out this weekend because Gym-time isn’t until MONDAY?! Woo-hoo! Let’s get this weekend started!

 

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Daydreaming Vs. Overthinking

My brunette days a couple years ago.
In a Field – Just because

I  have always been a daydreamer. This can be a really good thing, but it can also be a really bad thing. Dreaming is not to be mistaken with thinking too much, or overthinking; these are two completely different things; worlds apart. Dreaming of and visualising an amazing, happy and successful outcome is healthy; but thinking over and over again of how an outcome could potentially be bad or worrying about something has had already happened, is the opposite.

Firstly, The Bad thing:

I found that because I used to spend so much time day-dreaming I tended to miss out on what was happening in-the-now. There had been so many occasions where I had been walking or riding my bike somewhere, that when I arrived I couldn’t even remember the journey! I was thinking way too much! Thinking about silly things like: something that had annoyed me the day before, how I could have done something better, or just simply every little thing in my life.

I may have missed out on some good opportunities, whilst being in my own little world. I didn’t take in my surroundings nor experience all the lovely smells, feelings and views that I walked or rode past, many times. We miss out on so much when we’re not present.

I actually used to think so much, that when I would talk to someone, even if I tried my very hardest, I could not concentrate on what the person was saying to me. Of course, in result of this, some people had assumed that I was ignorant or that I just wasn’t interested in what anyone had to say. This was not the case at all. I just had a lot on my mind.

Over-thinking and analysing:

Sound familiar? I used to, (and sometimes do now, but I have learned to stop myself), over analyse almost every situation that entered my dear life. I’d analyse how a person looked at me; I’d think, why did he/she look like that at me? Do they think what I said was stupid? Do I have something on my face? Maybe they’re all talking about me? I must of had a very deep-in-thought kind of look on my face whilst analysing the situation; I would love to be able to see what I looked like while I was doing this.

Another thing that I quite commonly analysed was, the way I look. I would constantly think about how jiggly my belly was getting, wrinkles, dry skin, clothing…. and the list would go on. This is something a lot of women do, and men I’m sure. We always worry, worry and worry some more about what other people are thinking. Well, I know I did. We really should love ourselves for who we are. After all, it’s probably less attractive when someone moans about themselves than when someone is comfortable in the skin their in, whether they’re a super-model or not. Don’t you agree?

It’s not until after reading numerous books, watching relevent videos, practicing daily positive thinking and trying to live-in-the-now, that I finally began to feel more at peace. I’m more at peace with myself; and I realise now that everyone in the world, is actually not against me. It was all in my head.

Time flies when you’re over-thinking:

Have you ever found yourself sitting either at work or at home, and your just thinking? Thinking, thinking and then thinking some more? Me too. What do you think about? Has all the thinking ever helped a situation you were in? Has it ever really made you feel better? I’ll take a guess that in most occasions it hasn’t. This all depends on whether you’re thinking productively or just over-thinking.

Over-thinking can spin your mind out of control! Going over and over the same thing, hoping that all of a sudden, something may happen or change for the better. Thinking in this way can only waste your precious time. Worrying and over-analysing only stresses you out more, and makes you feel worse than you did before.

Lastly, the Good Thing:

Don’t think, don’t try, just do!

Day dreaming can be an extremely good thing, when it envolves thinking about things that make you feel happy. After a bit of practicing, now when I start to ‘over-think’ I quickly switch my thoughts over to what I want in life. What would be my dream job, my perfect house or I’ll think of memories of times when I felt exceptionally happy.

I believe that if you have a dream that you have thought about quite a lot, then this dream is probably what you’re supposed to do. It’s scary to face your dream, I know this for sure; but just do it! There may be times that you fail, or mess-up, but keep going for it and it will be reality. You’re dream will be your reality.

Once you start doing this thing you dream about, you start to feel good inside. Watching things come together before your eyes, how satisfying. Sooner or later, you will be totally focused on your plan (hobby/activity). It’s no longer work for you. You have created a habit of doing what you enjoy; and where did it all start? It was a dream. Because everything in the universe began with just a dream, or a simple thought.

Productive thinking is to think more about things that make you happy, that make others happy and about what you want from life. If we think positively then there can only be positive outcomes. If we dwell on hurtful or worrying thoughts then we can only stay exactly where we are, or make things worse. Helping thoughts are what we should all try to do more often. And try to stop those pesky unhelping thoughts in their tracks!

I admit, I am still a day-dreamer. I tend to remember my way to the local shop these days, but I still day-dream. The important thing is that I am aware of when I am over-thinking or thinking unhelping thoughts; and when they try to creep in I say to myself, stop! and then purposely try to think of something else. It becomes habit after a while.

We’re happy when we think of good things, right? And when you’re happy, doesn’t it make you get more stuff done? For instance: house work, decorating, shopping and other things you may need to be done? Doesn’t it make you more of a joy to be around, as well? You can chat and spend time with friends and family because you’re in a good mood. Because when we’re in a bad mood, or have a lot on our mind, we have got no time for socialising.

For everybodies sake, let’s try to dream big, think good-things, and in the end, get exactly what we dreamed of.

Love from,

Sarah

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Friday; A Blessing or A Curse?

Christmas market
Christmas market

I booked today off from work so that I could see what all the fuss was about this day they call: black-Friday. I have never before gone out shopping on black Friday, not because I don’t love a sale, because lets face it, everyone loves a sale; I was just a bit weary because of the stories I’d heard of the crowds of crazed mothers fighting to get the last furby; grown men squaring-up over a, (dare I say it), silly Playstation game, (or X-Box; whatever); and kids screaming and whining because they want their presents right now!

Enlightened: To tell you the truth, today was actually rather pleasant. It was busy, of course, because, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but…. It’s nearly Christmas! Maybe it’s just in America where people go “OTT” for the big sales? I don’t know, but either way, I am pleased that my shopping experience on the dreaded Black Friday was a breeze.  I am also happy to say that I did bag a few deals.

Fire Alarm on Black Friday, How Inconvenient: My boyfriend and I were shopping in HMV; I had hinted more than once that I really, really wanted the first series of the O.C. You may have heard of it; I love it. Anyway, we separated in the store so that we couldn’t see what we were buying for each other. While I was looking at  remote control helicopters I noticed my other half walking very quickly towards the till, but at that same moment the fire alarms went off, so I thought he was running for the door! Yeah, without me! So I panic and start trying to run out. He notices me, chucks something on a shelf and calls me over to him.

Oh, Man: We both wait outside in the cold waiting to be allowed back into the store. We soon give up waiting and go somewhere else. Later on, after a pint or two at the Christmas market, we went back to the store that had earlier kicked everyone out. When we left the store my man says, ‘I have to tell you this even though it’ll spoil your surprise; I had the first series of the O.C for you but then the fire alarm went off, so I hid it on a shelf on the way out so that I’d remember where it was when we come back, but the woman at the till just now said that there’s only one left in stock but for some reason it’s not there on the shelf. Well that’s because I hid it. It’s so annoying!’ If I wasn’t in that store with him to witness this event, I would have thought, mm-hm, likely story that, mate! To be honest, I am just made-up that he remembered what I wanted. That’s a Christmas miracle!

Curse?: As we sauntered back to the train station we heard a man shouting, very dramatically, obscene and offensive things, very offensive; so we tried to avoid it. The man’s voice got louder and louder as we got closer to him. When the enraged man was in sight we looked down to the floor, so not to make eye-contact. As we walked past he shouted, “look at me! Do I look like a Chimpanzee”? We couldn’t help giggling, then we noticed policemen making their way towards the unfortunate soul. I’m not sure what he was thinking or feeling to make him want to stand in the middle of a busy city and shout out-loud all of these hateful and hurtful profanities, but I hope that he can find peace one day.

Positive Vibes, Finally: So, as we were strolling through this kind of negative atmosphere, we hear, lightly, an elderly man’s voice singing beautifully, Hurt by Johnny Cash, (or Nine Inch Nails), and as the volume of his gentle voice and guitar grew louder, we gradually felt at ease and then finally, happy.

When the man singing this song was in plain sight, I saw my dad. It wasn’t my dad, of course, but this busker wore a cowboy hat, had a beard and was smiling and trying to make passers by happy by chatting breifly as they passed by; this reminded me of my dad because he also has these attributes and is also a singer and guitarist. The song the man performed, Hurt, was particularly touching because it makes you think of what it may be like getting everything you think you want and then thinking, hmmm, was it really?

I stood and watched while he played a few songs, and I watched him taking the time to let people take selfies with his guitar and then with him, so that they can share their photos with the world on the internet, but these people didn’t take the time to throw any change in his battered yet humble guitar case.  Do they think that he’s there for their entertainment? Well, it appeared that he was more than happy to oblige, but why take advantage of that?

Blessing: Looking down at my shopping bags filled with presents and new clothes and then looking at the man who was providing us all with great music and presence, I thought, I’m going to give him ten pounds. (He had a guitar case with a fair amount of pound coins and change, and strangely a tin of celebration chocolates).

We waited for the selfie queens to leave the man be, and for him to start playing another song, then I walked over to the cash machine and took out ten pounds and wandered over to him and wedged the note under his tin of chocolates. I walked off swiftly, without looking up at him. I didn’t want any praise in return for this present I gave him, I just wanted him to realise that he is amazing, plays beautiful music, and deserves this. Ten pounds is not much at all, he is fully capable of earning a lot more; I just hope that this small gesture has inspired him as much as him and his music have inspired all of us Christmas shoppers, with our many bags full of plastic joy.

Final Thought: This day, Black Friday, was not at all bad. Unfortunate situations had occurred, but there was definitely a positive side to them. I suppose that it’s the way that you look at a situation that makes the difference. For instance: Some performers would be annoyed by people approaching them for pictures; some people would be angry about a fire alarm causing them to lose the last DVD of the O.C., some people may just hate the day because it’s cold outside; but that’s just because these people, which is sometimes me, look at things the wrong way, or don’t see the sunny-side, as it were. This is hard to do sometimes, but I think it’s possible with practice. Let the little things inspire you. It’s the little things that count, right?

 

 

 

 

 

Introduction To My New Blog!

I’ll start this off with posting what is happening right now. It’s a cold night, one of the coldest so far as we are slowly approaching Winter. I’m sat on a little sofa in the spare room with my lap-top resting on a dining chair in-front of me. There’s a calming, log fire burning next to me, and Kings of Leon’s new album is playing softly in the back-ground. I’m feeling quite positive at this moment.

positive

I have been deleting and adding, back and fourth, parts of this site for months, worrying about what I should blog about; but after reading something today that basically stated: people shouldn’t over-think their projects; if you love doing something, you should just do it, I feel that now is as good a time as ever to launch the site.

I have always loved writing since I was a very young girl; I always kept a couple of diaries and I had a notebook full of little songs and poems I’d wrote. In school I used to love it, in writing class, when we would have story writing competitions. We would be given a subject and then left to create our own story; it was great! I won a number of these little story writing competitions and would have most of them read out loud in front of the whole class. My teacher would nick name me, the little journalist, which was very embarrassing at the time, as I was really shy.

As the years passed by my writing routines slowly fizzled away. I had to face a number of life challenges which, unfortunately, sucked the life out of me, in words. Sadly, I didn’t feel the love and desire to write anymore, nor to do much of anything, to be honest; but I am beginning to get that good feeling back. This year I have been really trying to focus on finding my fulfillment again; I have started taking driving lessons, learning new skills and am allowing myself more “me time”. I am actually starting to surprise myself with some of my abilities; things I never thought I was capable of doing. Creating this web site for one, was an accomplishment. There’s still a lot to learn, and I am so excited about it!

I am looking forward to blogging as much as possible and keeping things interesting; hopefully. My main goal is that my posts inspire you and that we can all grow into the best possible version of ourselves. I am looking forward to sharing my personal and positive life stories. I have come to find that the only person that can help you to improve, in what-ever way, is you. Encouragement certainly helps though!

Thanks for reading.

Kind regards,

Sarah