I'll be honest here. I have a two pages of a notebook with ideas of what to write but sometimes I'm really just not feeling it. You know those days where your work, responsibilities and day to day life is the only thing keeping you from spending the day in bed with snack and Netflix. The days where you'd just like to be alone but that's not really possible.

I think we all have those days. I tend to pin mine to one of two things. The first is physical exhaustion . A busy few days has really tired you and you really need a day off. The other is just a down day. Your mental health for whatever reason is at peak and that's 100% okay. It's the one things  most humans have in common. Down days happen with or without reason and sometimes you can't pinpoint why your not feeling 100% and that's okay too.

I'm a firm believer that you should pay attention to those days, seriously listen to your body and try to figure out what it's looking for, if anything and if it's not then just take a day. Your mental health is as important and your physical health. Your brain need time off too occasionally and that really is okay.

It's good actually to just stop sometimes, look away from whatever you're working on and just breath.

If fact, I'll make that today's task...

If you feel yourself getting stressed, anxious or angry (any negate emotion) just stop, sit down, put your hands in you lap, close your eyes and take three long, slow deep breaths.

Trust me, it'll help.
Enjoy the peace and quiet sometimes.

Cheers

Firstly we assume that there is no option of immediate escape, endless food and clean water. I'd have a day to purchase everything I need and the thing's I've chosen to take will help me to pass the time and keep me occupied until rescue.

I'll return famous as the girl who lived for years on a deserted island where food would magically appear.

First, I would take a packet of pencils, you know the ones where you get like 50 and they've all got erasers on the end because I, will need erasers. With these and my second item I can spend time honing my awful drawing skills and can sell all my artworks when I return because I'll be famous... and then rich.

My second item is a multi-pack of sketchbooks, like the ones we used to have at college that are wrapped in plastic in sets of 20 or something. This solidifies my drawing skills improvement idea.
also if I need to make a fire, paper makes pretty good kindling and can use up to half of my allotted sketchbooks this way.

Thirdly I would take My iPod with headphones because I'd get so sick of the silence and then of my own out of tune singing I'd probably go insane.

I would also take a solar panel charger so that when my iPod would start to run out of battery i could lay out in the sun and have music forever. This is my fourth item and possibly the most important.

The last thing I would take to a deserted island is a bag of Werther's Originals because I bloody love them and even thought I'd tell myself to ration them so I could have one everyday for longer they'd probably be gone in a few days at most.

I'd demand a life time supply of these with my new found fame and live happily on my riches and exquisite drawing skills.

I turn this to you now.
If you knew that food and clean water would be provided but you didn't have access to electricity what five things would you take to a deserted island?

Have a good think and jot them down below in the comments,

Thanks for reading, catch you in the next one.

Dear me,
     
               Deep breaths. I'm from the future. I'm you 8 years from now and I've got some advice and life lessons to get you through the social maze that your life will be for the next 6 years.

1. Smile more. I know you smile a lot with your friends but just smile for no reason, laugh at funny crap on the internet laugh at mum's bad jokes because they're always going to be bad in the very best way.

2. Don't compromise on who you are for anyone. You might not really know who you are yet and that okay but don't stop doing things because you think people might think it's weird. Be true to who you are because it's important.

3. Learn to ignore snide comments and backhanded compliments. If you can ignore the ignorance of some people you'll be much happier in life.

4. Move on from your obsession of that boy that you'll probably always love. He's doesn't like you back but it's not his fault so don't blame him.

5. Learn that you are good enough and one day some amazing guy is going to see everything you are worth.

6. Love yourself first. If you don't like who you are, the way you look change it. It is possible to change it, I promise. It's hard but you can do it.

7. It's just high school. It's going to be really tough and there will be really bad moments but it's not going be the end of the world. Things really change when you get to college.

8. Keep in touch with more people. Really honest to go try to text more. Hold on to your friends. They're good people.

9. Do as much as possible. You'll get to a point in your life where you'll have no time for anything so keep finding new things to do in your life that are just fun for the sake of being fun.

10. You know your best friend. That crazy Brunette you've known for the last two years. You're still friends. Best friends, and you learn that you really wouldn't be who you are without her. Hug her more, promise to never leave her and tell her that your future self told you you'll be friends forever, because it's true.

I love you Anastasia Kavvadia <3

If you could tell your past self, at any age one sage piece of advice what would you tell yourself?

Cheers.

I think a good percentage of the population can cop to having at least one bad habit at some point in their lives. I'll certainly admit to still having some bad habits and - I guess - making some bad choices about what I do with my body. I have been a full time smoker and was for three years between the ages of 18 and 21, I've recently dialled back to only smoking socially which I've considered a good thing, I still smoke but less that I was and that's the lesser of two evils i suppose. I've also had a bout of biting my nails. Past these two I wasn't really sure what other bad habit I might have shown or what else is considered a 'bad habit.'

A quick Internet search sent me to Pavlok.com and their list of  more that 150 things considered bad habits. So a few more of these apply to me like spending a lot of time aimlessly scrolling social media or cracking my knuckles and interrupting people ( I'm bad with this and I'm very aware it's awful conversational etiquette).

Though upon closer inspection of this list I have to say that I think it's a little strict. Things like watching TV right after work and snacking or masturbation and eating after 8pm. Sometimes eating late cannot be avoided, and wanting to wind down after a stressful day at work by watching trash TV is really pretty normal. I'm  pretty sure unless you have a will of steel snacking is something almost everyone does. Masturbation is also something pretty much everyone does whether they say otherwise, if it's very regular that it could be construed as a habit but why is it bad when it's not negatively affecting you or people around you.

The oxford English dictionary defines a habit as:

A settled or regular tendency or practise, especially one that is hard to give up.

So, things like using your phone a lot in social situations could be hard behaviour to change and there for considered a habit, bad or otherwise. But things like eating meat or humming to yourself  (if it's not annoying anybody) shouldn't, in my opinion be labelled as bad habit if it's just a choice individuals make about how they live their lives.

I think theses kinds of list that are labelling these things as bad are causing anxiety or worry, intentional or not, to people with these 'habits' or lifestyle choices and I don't think that's really very good. 

If you get a chance head over a scroll through THIS list yourself and comment down below what you think should and should not be called a 'bad habit' and if you've got any habit that you're aware of  and know you should change but can't or don't really want to. 

It's fair to say that I say I love things a lot. I have unconditional love for my family and my friends. I also love my lifestyle right now, although sometimes challenging I have a freedom that I'd never have had without the opportunity to give back to my parents.

It's also pretty fair to say that I love chocolate and thought (as I'm counting calories) I don't scoff as much as I used to I do still get some and my love for chocolate is unwavering.

I love laughing. They (whoever 'they' are) say that laughing is the best medicine and I don't think i disagree to be honest. Laughing at genuinely funny things or at some misheard or misspoken word that may be deemed childish to others is one of the things I love most. Also sarcasm and irony.

PUNS!!

This is the pun book I bought almost four years ago and still  own.

I bloody love puns.

• A psychic midget escaped from prison, he was a small medium at large.

• I tired to catch fog once, I mist.

• Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now. 

• Something about subtraction just doesn't add up.

• A man just assaulted my with milk, cream and butter. How Dairy!

• I relish the fact that you've Mustard the strength to Ketchup to me.

• It's a lengthy article on Japanese sword fighters but I can Samurais it for you.

They are just punderful.

I love some parts of myself and I'd be lying if I said all of me. I've got parts of my body I really don't like as I'm sure everyone does and like everyone else I'm working on mentally excepting them and physically changing them with a good diet and moderate exercise. I also believe that with this self care is really important. I'm one of those people who moisturises everyday, permanently has hand cream in reach and takes four different vitamins a day. To me these rituals are part of my weight loss and fitness journey and it doesn't feel like I've started my day unless I've done these things.

I love my simple pleasures; a double bed to myself with as many throw pillows as I bloody well please, The area around my desk (tidied at least once a week to find more space for sticky notes and fine liners) and the things on my walls - which includes a vintage ordinance survey map of the area I live from 1964 and autographs from some of my favourite celebrities.

I love thinking about how lucky I am and asking you about some of the things you love.

What things is your life would you really struggle without? Big things or small things and what or who would you say you have love for?

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Good Question, I'm 22 years old and I don't think I've figured this out yet. But that's okay.

If for some reason we were at a gathering; a fancy grown up dinner party of a mutual friend, spontaneous coffee shop interaction or something of the like and didn't know each other at all you ask me to tell you about myself?

Firstly, I'd panic. My social insecurities lie somewhere under the strong external shell I've had since high school and without thought I'd probably say something like "There's not much to tell."

Id really be selling myself short there. There's actually a lot about me.

Fun Fact: I once had a fully functional electric organ in my back garden that I used to play classic Lincoln Park riffs on because that's all I knew.

I'd have to take a minute and think about where to start but for those inevitably awkward silences but we'd probably have a beverage of some sort to sip until I produced words.

Do I think of something that might amuse or intrigue? My angry little blob of low self esteem that sits on my shoulder would say 'amuse' because humour is my defence mechanism. That would probably fail because I think I'm funnier than I am in actuality and can only produce a genuinely funny one-liner 1 out of 14 possible jokes.

So intrigue? The blob would say there's nothing intriguing or even remotely interesting about me and I'd flick it off my shoulder and squish it with my shoe.

My name is Cristina Harrison Gore.



Cristina is spelt the Spanish way because I was born there even though I'm very English. Harrison Gore is not hyphenated because they don't do that in Majorca and I don't remember anything from living there because mum relocated when I was just six months old.

I have an older sister whom I've been ridiculously close with since, well probably since I've been able to understand the forming of unconditional loving attachments. Don't misunderstand me here, we've argued but it was over pointless things and tween drama like always wearing my clothes without asking or using my shampoo.

My dad wasn't in the picture much and if he was I don't really remember him vividly. I know my memories from that age aren't all that reliable and I'm sure I heard somewhere that the more often you try to recall a memory the farther from the actual events they become. Nevertheless my mum met someone new when I was about two and began a relationship that has made the family whole. My step dad had two boys of his own and we became the blended family we are today.

I've never known any different so in my mind I've always had two brothers and a sister. The thing is we didn't always live together. For a pretty long time the boys had their flat in the middle of town at which we stayed on a semi regular basis and we had our flat before the three bedroom house that did eventually share.

I spent my childhood and most of my teenager years in a small town. A friend form college once compared it to the town from the Vicar of Dibley but I really didn't know everyone and it wasn't that small. It did mean though that when my best friend booked her eighteenth birthday party in the town/event hall and my year one teacher was serving drinks she got to see my ID and remembered me.

Rather surreal experience actually.

It's stuff like that, that in hindsight, I loved about living there. It was small, a kind of slow moving town but at the end of the day when I was kid I never worried about riding my bike on the road or walking home from the bus stop in the dark because nothing ever happened. I think that's why even now I'm not at all anxious or nervous to walk around dark streets at night.

I went to a church of England primary school. Two actually but I've never really had faith in god or a god of any kind but have great respect for those who do. I went to high school in the same town I lived in and only really began to commute when I started college in Poole.

I was overly outspoken in school and often pretended not to care what people though even though I obviously did. I was known to be loud because it was my defence but I cared. It wasn't really until after high school I sort of found myself. I became more relaxed in who I was and even though I was still loud that was okay because I had good friends. I found my style in college too and even though it's kind of grown up with me over the last six years the basis of my style started age sixteen as did my daily frustrations caused by winged eyeliner. I still can't always get them even and still get really excited when I do.

I started BTEC Level 3 Art and Design in 2012 and then onto HND Graphic Design in 2014.I met some very interesting people along the way. The fine arts teacher who was amazingly eccentric and a good laugh, some memorable crushes on both fellow students and one or two of the TA's about which I received endless grief from friends; and those friends, some of which I'm still in touch with and some drifted away got married and appeared on a English cooking TV show on channel four with her brother in law.

The latter half introduced even more people mixed with some that I'd been with the previous two years and I met 'Captain Pretentious'. He introduced me to whiskey and obscure films that I'd never have watched if not for him and consequently love. A friendship with benefits happened and we're still really good friends to this day; some people can't understand how we're still friends after we've slept together and that amuses me.

Since college I've been freelancing for Erin L Interiors whose a start up from Basingstoke and I've also been a full time career for my Mum.

This has it's own ups and downs and if I find the courage I might talk about some of them.

I'll finish up this introductory 'about me' post with a question.

If someone asked you for three words that described you, what words would you give?

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