It Begins With a Bullet Point

I’m rubbish at keeping up to date with what’s happening in the world sometimes, I swear! I’ve recently discovered something that’s been around since, like, 2012? Two words:

Bullet Journalism.

It has gone viral and created an ever-growing community of Bullet Journal bunnies. With the colourfully creative variations of organising your journal taking over Instagram and the like, Bullet Journals have become one of the best ways of keeping track of everything! From the small tasks of everyday life to recording personal progress with goals, and even to organising trips and major upcoming events, the Bullet Journal seems flawless.

I’ve decided to give it a go. If, like me, you’re eager to be as organised as possible, love handwriting to-do lists and event diary entries, this amazingly versatile and customisable notebook is the way to keep your life in order. I have done a fuck-ton of Googling around the subject of Bullet Journals and I have seen some simply beautiful designs and spreads within other people’s journals.


Pinterest, for example, is chockablock full of ideas and inspiration for “Bullet Journal Junkies”. It is amazing how many variations you can find of one simple idea!

I love it.

The simple beauty of it is that there is no limit to what you can put into your journal. Every topic you write about can be catalogued in an index at the front so you can quickly find what you’re looking for in relation to anything and everything.

Here’s how my first attempt is going…

At the moment, I don’t have any huge events or trips upcoming so I don’t feel the need to include some of the “default” spread ans pages that most do. This is, after all, a trial so I want to see what works for me as I go on. I can try different spreads and designs with every month to see what I like best.

One thing that pops up in every Bullet Journal I have seen so far is the habit tracker. I think its a wonderful idea and a great way to reflect at the end of the month by seeing how colourful it has become. Many people opt to track health and fitness related whatnot, like how many days they visit the gym or drink 2L of water a day. Sadly, I am not such a fitness fiend and have opted to use this tracker method, with tracking fewer habits. I’ll admit, I have include a “No Chocolate” row out of curiosity for how well I’ll keep my kinda New Years’ Resolution eat less sugary foods… that row is indicated by the black pen shaded boxes so you can see how not well I’m doing on that front!


I also loved the idea of marking my goal progress. So far for February, I only want to follow the progress of my two main goals: to read for at least 2 hours a week and to write at least 2,500 words on my in-progress novel. (In relation to other people, these goals may be easily attainable. I, however, am coming out of a reading and writing drought so would like to slowly ease myself back into these habits.) For each of these I have drawn a bar with marking for milestones within the goal. I’m hoping this’ll allow me mini celebrations as I fill the bar up to each tick mark.



I did first start writing this particular blog post yesterday and drew up these progress bars the day before. So as can be expected, I haven’t got very far with it.

To be continued…

I am definitely going to keep to this system. I’ll post an update on my progress when I have more to show and more to say. One thing’s for sure, I am very excited to using my Bullet Journal!



Ever just stopped in your tracks and gazed at something wonderful?

I have. And I’m sure you have too.

On a clear dark night you can see the most beautiful sights right above your head.

If you’re in an area with minimal light pollution, you can see the most astonishing sights. If you gaze long enough, fainter stars begin to fade in from the darkness.

There is nothing more thought provoking then putting our place in the Universe into perspective.

We are but one planet among billions. We orbit a star which is one of several million billion other stars, we live in a galaxy which is one of many billions.

We are a tiny speck of dust on the near infinite plane of the Universe.

Future Thoughts 2.0

One of my older posts has me pondering the path that my future will take.

I have to confess. When it comes to where I’d like to be in x number of years, I am just as clueless about it as I was back in 2013. The only difference is now I’m on the other side of graduation. I am a graduate. A statement that holds more expectations than can ever be reached, it still scares me now. It has been just over 6 months since I donned the black gown and square cap and I can’t help but feel I have somehow failed.

It took the length of my degree to realise that, as much as I loved studying the subject, astrophysics was not what my heart yearned in terms of a career. Many of my course mates were applying for graduate schemes and the like while I was escorting visitors around campus as a Student Ambassador. I absolutely adored that job! It encompassed such a variety of roles and it allowed me to do what I believe I do best – interact with people. I worked with the University marketing team assisting with on-campus events and off-campus school visits. I was able to share my passions for my degree subject and my university with children as young as 8 years old!

Since then, I’ve leaned towards the idea of a career in Events and Marketing. I have also done my fair share of Physics and Astronomy based events which included outreach events in schools or at the university observatory. Ideally, I would love to have a career in STEM outreach events and marketing. The question is, how on Earth do I initialise that path?

The more pressing point at the moment is that I have moved ~250 miles south of my hometown in Yorkshire to West Sussex to move in with my boyfriend of over a year, Sam. I knew I had no immediate plan for a career after graduation so after working as an Ambassador at various events over the summer, I returned to my family at home and my job at Subway. My Grandma passed away 17th August 2016. I’m glad to say I was able to be there during the weeks preceding her death. She was the one who first sparked my interest in astronomy when she made my brother and I watch reruns of the various series spin offs of Star Trek. She was the one I felt most close to in my family, after my brother. We were a trio and her death has had quite an impact on my life. Selfishly, her passing has made moving so far from home easier as I knew I wouldn’t be leaving her behind. However, now I regret leaving my brother. All of that is another blog post entirely!

I knew early on that the only way my relationship with Sam could progress would be if we were geographically close and that ultimately meant that one of us would have to move over halfway across the country. After many tears and in-depth discussions about the pro and cons, logic and reasons, of giving us and real chance by committing to such a big change, we decided I would be the one to move. It made sense for it to be me for reasons I won’t go into detail about now. I’ve only been “living” here for 5 days and, for the moment, it feels like any other time I’ve travelled down to visit him and his family. Tomorrow could change things. Tomorrow I start working. A job indirectly the result of his employment; casual conversation between Sam and the Store Manager meant he was aware of my work experience and that I’d be seeking employment. Due to staff shortages and prior knowledge of my skills and experience, I was offered a job without interview. I’ll be there on a temporary basis for the moment. I have been interviewed for a different job, one which I’m honest about preferring, but until such a time that I have or have not been offered a job there, Sam’s employers are happy for me to work for them in this mutually beneficial arrangement.

For the time being, my main focus is my relationship with Sam. There is little point in searching for a dream career if it becomes the only reason I’m still in the south of England. I’m not pessimistic about how things between Sam and I will pan out, in fact I am quite optimistic; I am, however, attempting to be pragmatic by focusing my energy on one aspect of my life at a time.

Right now, Sam is my priority.

To Return From My Literary Stasis

It has been 2 years 4 months and 3 days since my last post.


In this time I have ended one romantic relationship after being cheated on, started a long distance relationship with someone I met on holiday in Florida (he was also holidaying with his family and was too from the UK. YAY.), I have graduated from University with a BSc Hons in Astrophysics (thank fuck I made it!), experienced bereavement, worked two asynchronous jobs, moved ~250 miles from my lovely Yorkshire to West Sussex to be with the previously mentioned new boyfriend, interviewed for a new job, and tomorrow I start a different job. Yeah, quite a lot, and lots in between too!

So what do I aim to do now? In the spirit of the New Year, my main resolution is to write more. Just more. No specific genre, or target; I’d just like to get back into it and, rather than plan for days or weeks to write some particular piece, I’m just going to write. I’m going to just do it.( I will likely write in-depth about some of the aforementioned events – watch this space.)

I have always loved the idea of writing fiction and becoming a published author. However, it has always remained just that – an idea. Or rather many ideas.

I remember when I was in my mid-teens, I wrote around 35,000 words on some fantasy romance novel and it was all lost during the mental breakdown my laptop experienced. That was the day I learnt my lesson in backing up EVERYTHING just in case. The more personal issue I had was the lack of closure. I would never be, have never been, able to rewrite that story. I put so much time and mental effort into it that the vast majority of those words were as I wanted them. I knew I could never give it justice with a second attempt.

Now, my head and laptop are swimming with ideas, sometimes just the beginning of one, and I haven’t quite worked out how to move on from those few lines or paragraph of thought. Towards the end of the dreary 2016, I did have an idea for a story that I am fairly fond of. I’ve decided that my main goal for this year is to develop this story and have a good amount of words by mid-year, however many that is.

Depending on how well that plan goes, I may publish snippets of the story here. Though that is wholly dependent on my self-motivation, procrastination levels and general life busyness (mainly the former two).

So there you have it.


Write soon. x

A blaze, a wonderful blaze, blinds me through blue haze.

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The Long Awaited Diary Entry, an Overdue Closure

It hurt to see her. It hurt to see her happy without me. Knowing that there was nothing that I could do to bring her back was the worst feeling in the world. It tore me. It broke me that something so feeble could shatter steel. From day one, we were soul mates. We had the same sense of humour, the same taste in music and film. It hurt to see her happy without me.

There laid a wall that stood thickly between us. Solid. Transparent. I could see through the lies that built up the barrier, but there was nothing that I could’ve ever done to break through what was based upon something I didn’t do.

The outsider had pushed her way in. Standing where I stood, she relished in the lies whispered to her through summer breeze and cared not for truth, but what sympathies the alleged would bring her. If ever I tried to right the wrong and shed light on truth, she would claim that all was too much, that my gentle pressure was too firm.

It hurt to see her. It hurt to see her happy as me. I knew that there was nothing I could ever do to knock her mud and stick tower to the deserved ground. It was unfair. I yerned to return to how things once were, but there were too many unknowns, too many people involved for them to think me honest. My word against their heresay, my truth against their ideal present.

So this treasured friendship was lost. Our ship wrecked at the bottom of the dishonest sea after waves after waves washed over our pure truth. I don’t blame her for missing the rocks and I don’t think any less of the others who swam with the current. I blame myself for thinking we could sail over an eternally calm sea. Storms are to be expected and those waves were inevitable. I suppose I never thought we would crash so silently.

NHS Poster is NOT Victim Blaming! Calm the hell down!

Outrage about the supposed victim blaming shown on this NHS poster has spread like wildfire across the internet.

It is a poster, part of the “Know Your Limits” campaign, with the message “One in three reported rapes happens when the victim has been drinking”.

An NHS awareness poster, part of the Know Your Limits campaign.

It does not have the purpose to inflict blame on to rape victims.

It has the purpose to raise awareness of the facts that if you are intoxicated you are vulnerable to rape. The more intoxicated you are, the more vulnerable you are. Advise and awareness like this are preventative measures. If your door is unlocked, or your bag is unzipped, then there is an easier opportunity for a crime to be committed against you. .

It is the same as the police advising us to lock our doors, keep your bag zipped when out and about etc. 

It is never your fault that someone else decided to take that opportunity. Be it theft, assault or rape, it is never the victims fault that you were the one the perpertrater chose as their victim, for whatever reason that was.

“Three in three rapes happen when a person decides to rape.” I’ve seen this as a edit to the poster and I completely agree with it.

However, until we can stop rapists from raping, posters like this are for awareness to prevent yourself from becoming a victim of rape by not making yourself easier target. Drinking excessive amounts of alcohol impairs your judgement, can knock you out all which make you vulnerable.

It’s common sense to lock your house up when you leave to prevent burglary but they can still smash a window, just as being drunk isn’t a guarantee to getting raped but it increases the chances of someone taking advantage as burglars do with unlocked doors at night.

This is not a poster to blame victims, it is a poster of awareness to prevent yourself from becoming a victim. KNOW YOUR LIMITS!

Keep aware and sensible, because especially in the UK, most people go out to get smashed and what could happen while they’re passed out could be prevented if they were a little more sober.


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