This time last year, I started a marine biology course, pretty much on a whim. Life wasn’t going very well, I was very downhearted about my career, and I knew I needed something to aim towards. I’d been interested in fish keeping for a while, and I knew I wanted to further my knowledge in marine environments, but I wasn’t sure how to do it, or if I’d be clever enough to. Then one day, while sitting in the waiting room of hospital with my Dad, I booked myself on to the first result that came up when I googled “Marine Biology online courses UK.” It was a snap decision, really. I did no research into the course, or the awarding body, and I had no background knowledge of the subject outside of a fish tank. But if not now, when? Continue reading
Two years ago, I wrote a post on tiny changes I was making to try and live a more eco-friendly life. At the time, I was excited the sustainable journey I saw ahead of me. I was going to save the world! Me and my reusable bottle were ready to change lives.
I did all the usual things; I got myself a reusable bottle (or three. I had a habit of losing them.) I carried a tote bag everywhere; I ditched my makeup wipes in favour of reusable pads. I swapped as many cleaning products in my home to eco-friendly ones. I already recycled, and I don’t drive, so in my head I was the most environmentally conscious I could be. I practically absorbed excess carbon as I walked through town. Continue reading
This post probably should come with a trigger warning. So, T/W: Death
In September, life threw the biggest curve ball it could at me. Continue reading
I honestly don’t understand why I pay for this website, when I write posts about four times I year. Occasionally, I get a big boost of creativity and confidence in my ability to run a website, and that last happened in August, just after my birthday. I had a lovely post written about why I hadn’t blogged in so long – with a huge build up to the fact that me and Matt had bought a house, and we were busy in-between shows making it into our first proper home. I planned to post it at the start of September – and with that I wanted to start blogging properly again now I had the time and was free of the stress.
Instead, I’m stepping back into blogging with a little story about how I went to town to see my brother and ended up in hospital. Strap in, it’s very long, it’s very dramatic. It’s also quite descriptive, so if you’re not a fan of hospitals, needles or medical things, I’d skip this post. Just a friendly heads up. I’d still like to share some posts about my new house, even though they are now 3 months out of date, but for now it’s the hospital storytime.