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Happy new year and positive vibes from here on out

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Happy New Year wonderful readers and I think it’d be stating too much of the obvious to say yet again I’ve been a slight bit absent from this poor neglected site. I did 100% completely underestimate the power of third year, two jobs, a social life and a relationship. But the positive aspect is that it’s manageable and I’m coping in a spectacular fashion, even if I do say so myself.

So hopefully we all saw in the New Year full of festive cheer, surrounded by those we love, having a grand old merry time. Personally, me and the significant other went to visit my family who were up from the South and we booked a hotel room close to where I live. I wanted to get royally bladdered in fantastic fashion but instead found myself with tummy ache watching Adam Lambert and Queen bring in the New Year. Which wasn’t all so bad.

This year marks some incredibly momentous moments, I will complete two shows, one written from scratch, two more essays, a written script, I will graduate, leave two jobs and hopefully gain a career, buy a house, visit Florida, buy a pair of cats and hopefully have a moment to relax at some point. And I must tell you the great news that I am now an officially legal driver! Yes, I passed the test and got there eventually, I must say learning to drive and only having a lesson maybe twice a month has been one of the most difficult experiences of my life but it was completely worth it, so very soon I’ll be uploading photos of my adventures in my very own brum.

Anyway, the new year for me is about new experiences, it’s about doing what I wish I did last year, doing what I always wish I’d already done and what ultimately I want to do. None of this new year new me boohockey. I’ve had my battles and my struggles especially with the likes of depression, anxiety and stress but it’s not something I particularly feel I need to talk about. 2014 challenged that, told me I was an unacceptable human if I didn’t carry a doctors note at all times to prove my problems, that everything else is a main priority and my health was second. I treat myself with this same discipline and for a long time made myself incredibly unhappy to a point where no amount of James Blunt and Man Vs Food marathons could fix me and sadly nothing else either. So I gave it all up, I stepped back from the things that hurt me, accepted that ultimately I didn’t give a fuck what narrow minded individuals wanted to project onto. And my word, it felt incredible, absolutely fucking terrifying but for the rest of time, I promise, it was one of the best feelings to experience. A sense of freedom and independence. That’s what I want 2015 to be, a year where selfishly I take risks and say how I feel and do what i need to do to be where I know I’ll be happiest.

It’s not something I’d generally preach about, I don’t believe in any of this “New Year, New Me” horseradish and it’s in that that I figured a year doesn’t change you, you change the year. 2014 did nothing to me, the events I led myself to did however. I should have put my foot down with things to begin with, I should have spoken up and I should have been more spontaneous in that sense. We may only be 12 days in, but already I’m committing to do the things I’ve always wanted to, I got my driving license, I’m taking time to write, eating healthy and taking care of myself.

At the moment I’m stuck in a week of intensive rehearsal and technical figuration with our physical performance of Cinderella. I’ve got the ambitious role of director, gained the role of sound guy and music wiz and am configuring how everything is going to work overall, ready for the three performances next week. I’m going to do a little dedicated post to the show after we wrap on Saturday, show some photos, video and fantastic artwork courtesy of one of the loveliest friends. It’s going well, just the tweaks and final touches and hopefully we will have a beautiful piece of theatre.

What’s next for this blog, should you stick around? Well i haven’t been particularly interesting for the best part of last year but I’m going to do everything I can to find talking points and to just generally check in with you all. I’m half way through a Bootea teatox at the moment so I’ll post a review of that as a lot of people are interested in the whole january detoxing thing and whether it’s worth doing or not. I have a couple of Lush and product hauls, the blogging university to keep up with, general reviews and creative endeavours to badger on about too. So if you find yourself bored and wanting something to read while you awkwardly avoid having to make conversation with that person you just noticed from your class sat opposite you on the train, then here I am. Or just if you’re a little lost.

Keep happy and positive

Demi Nicole

x x x

Out of the Embers

If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere


 

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“Well, well” I say so certain of myself I might as well be the queen Angelina Jolie in Maleficent. This year has basically picked up a whopping big sea-bass and slapped me right across the chops, quite frankly I’ve had difficulty catching my breath in the past couple of months. As an excitable 18 year old in England, you set your hopes and dreams as far as the horizon stretches, usually aiming to pass through university in order to make the road a little smoother along the way. What we forget in our dream state is that the inevitability of 3rd year lingers a mere two years away and is frankly enough to make you reconsider and look into the potential of hiding in a corner for the rest of the foreseeable future.

There is something wonderfully exciting about third year but also something horrifically daunting about every step you take towards the end. In fact, I’m pretty sure the general consensus of this year is to do what you please and in being given that freedom I’ve chosen to self combust on several occasions.  Truthfully, I’ve spent the last 17 years of my education groaning on that not a single teacher, tutor or tattle on-er-er? has allowed the students to take freedom in learning about what actually interests them, now they have, I don’t feel interested anymore. Is this the burden of education putting its dulling weight on everything that once excited me…or is it just me?

I’ve had my dealings with stress for a long time now so I think I have a good plan of how to battle through my anxiety with facing the end but this time it feels different. While still feeling somewhat in control I have this great baring on my back that keeps telling me it’s spiralling way beyond my grip. And it has made me very unwell.

We all set out with a good plan of action in mind and mine was to hopefully stay sane by the help of this blog, my one tool to remind myself I’m not completely screwed and that I can make sense of the hurricane that is my life. It’s been nearly 3 months since I’ve sat with my laptop and admitted to myself that I DO in fact have time to write. And my word, it helps. But that’s my release, this whole blog is my release – well that and breaking my bank account on lush products.

So I don’t know it all, in fact I have no idea but I know right now that an inconceivable amount of people, be they young or old, are stuck in the turmoil of the third and final year in education. Some days you’re going to wake up early and have the most productive day of your life, some days you’ll wake up a little sad about the looming end, some days you won’t even get out of bed. And all of it is okay and unbelievably, though you feel like you’re getting nowhere and you’re mountain of work seems to have tripled Everest in size, you are actually doing alright.

What’s important is that you realise just a few things:

1. This is the final stretch, that means it will be over soon but also that it will be over soon. It’s a positive and a negative but it’s okay.

2. That university all in all, was a good decision. You made it this far and we always knew the end would be the hardest part, don’t let it ruin the experience now.

3. Still make time to see friends, to play video games, to watch 9 hours of Netflix and just relax. Do not feel guilty or trap yourself away from having a good time.

4. University, college, education – at this point – is way more important than the job you have. (I’m going to do a whole separate post on this at some point) It may give you money but if it destroys your soul in the meantime and your boss is giving you nothing but grief you walk away and live like a pauper. It’s acceptable when you’re a student.

5. The most difficult, don’t hate your work or it will hate you. You came to university because believe it or not at one point you actually liked the subject you chose, so don’t run away from it now. Appreciate it. Be interested in projects because heaven forbid in ten years time you’re doing something completely different and you’ll spend all day longing to be back in class where it was easier and at least a bit interesting. Hopefully it will never be like that and you’ll excel in your core subject but shit happens.

I’m not quite sure how I’ll cope, I’m directing a full production, writing an entire thesis, coordinating a final year project and starting creative writing, along with a portfolio of evidence for every step I take around uni. Thinking about it I want to ram my head several times into the oven so I’ve just stopped. I’ve written out a list and decided I will handle every situation as it comes at me. And in 6 months time I’ll know what it was all about, I’ll put on my cap and gown and hopefully be very proud of this journey. I don’t know, if I’ve managed to make it this far, I’m pretty sure I can make it anywhere.

If you are having any trouble with your university life or maybe just a big task you’ve set yourself, what are your coping techniques?

Has it changed you in anyway or thrown you off track a little?

Either way it’s almost Christmas!

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Demi Nicole 

x x x

When is enough, enough?

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…Is enough, is enough, is enough?


When it comes to excess, I am reigning queen supreme of too much, I get too emotional, too greedy over unhealthy food, buy more than I need, drink more than I can take, work more than I need to, apologise more than I should have to. Hell, when I was looking for a photo for this post I went from typing “cake” into Google to typing an amended search of “lots of cake” as one whopping fudge cake just didn’t look right!

Now I’m a little strange because I either do things half arsed or completely Bree Van De Kamp/Hodge.

I’ve been a little distracted from writing on here for about a week now and I feel terrible but I actually started my final year of uni. DUN DUN DUUUUUUH! And I’ve become emotionally unstable since. It’s finally dawned on me that I need to make some life decisions, I need to think a little more outside of the box rather than leaning on the “I’ll figure it out when I get there” scenario. So I’ve been worrying and stressing like a neurosurgeon whose dropped half of his lunch onto someones brain. I’ve ordered several prospectus’ for MA courses starting in 2016, I’m signing up for every extra class that may get me merits onto these courses and I’m critically organising my last year to achieve the best attainable grade. I can hardily breath and I’ve only been back a day.

So I resolved my stress by buying a mega ton of cheesecake.

And for the past 24 hours I haven’t entirely been sure how to feel. For the first time I can sense genuine dread in my stomach, the sensation that some time soon I may have to make life altering decisions that will better my future and no matter how old I get I don’t think those things will ever get easier.

I’m beginning to question if all of this is too much? Why at 21 years old does it feel like I have to have all the answers to a life I am yet to live? It’s all a bit excessive and just possibly if I over do it, maybe I’ll forget to enjoy this last year. Maybe my life will pass before my eyes while I’m planning for a future I’m too busy to live.

As they say, moderation is key. So I’m leaving this short and rather open ended for now, I’m sure you’ll hear enough of my rants over the next year.

Demi Nicole 

x x x

352 days to go

 

Who am I?

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I don’t know…


You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

My story begins with kindness. Not in a world peace, all loving, living in the 60’s vibe sort of way but just simple unhinged kindness. Something it seems the world forgot about along time ago. My journey has been rough, it’s been testing and challenging at the best of times and I know by far I haven’t in the slightest had it the worst. But if I could say anything at all that could be valid enough to be called a story, it would be to treat people with compassion. To realise everyone is just a life, a feeble, fragile and very sensitive life no matter how tough the exterior seems.

Hard days will come and go but no one deserves to deal with someone else’s problem and I have found myself at the opposite end of other peoples attitudes far too many times for my own liking. It has broken me, the selfishness of far too many has left me unable to trust so easily, too weary of new people and reading into every word that anyone says to me. And that isn’t my fault. I used to blame myself but it isn’t my fault at all.

It’s a persons negligence to see that some things are ephemeral, that they aren’t worth hurting another over. It’s the lack of care that makes them forget about consequences. It’s for sakes sake. For the laugh, for the joy of making themselves feel better perhaps.

If I could be anything, it would be compassionate. It would be kind. It would be understanding. I try my very best to live my life by these morals. If I could teach anyone anything, it would be these three things.

Demi Nicole

x x x 

357 days to go

 

What are you talking about?

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Please explain yourself…


 

Where do I fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum? In a few words, pretty far along. I have never known what to say, or how to say it for that matter and when it came to explaining anything I always chose the scenic route.

For a while now, I have realised this to be a massive vice of mine that I can’t seem to detach myself from. I stumble over my words in conversation, ramble in essays and stare blankly at my laptop screen hoping to remember the right words for what I intend to say. Sadly, I still have not found out what I’m trying to blurt out.

When it comes to writing essays, we usually get given word counts and you’re only allowed 10% either way or you’re guaranteed a fail for rambling. Most of the time, it’s a battle between too much or too little to talk about. And when I manage to jump the hurdle of writers block, I don’t stop, because I think I’m a bloody genius by that point. It’s like “man, this is a super intelligent quote, I shall speak for ten pages about how I not only understand it, but what it means to this particular essay, my life and every creature on Earth’s chance of survival in the event of a zombie apocalypse.” There would be no need for me to get a degree if I got paid for every time I got the feedback of “too much rambling”…BECAUSE I’D BE A BILLIONAIRE WHO NEVER NEEDED TO WORK, EVER.

I also find myself burdened with an apparent amount of social awkwardness that forces my mind to cave in on itself at the sound of a stranger making conversation with me. This isn’t because I don’t want to talk to people, it’s just the idea that I know myself and I know how damn right idiotic I sound at the best of times, so how the hell am I going to sound to this brand new person. And when I do speak, I end up saying whatever I didn’t intend to say or I trip up over all my words and usually say something the other person can conveniently make an innuendo out of. ARGH.

And even better, if I’m ever put in an intimidating situation, chances are I’ll cry and blubber my way through the whole English language until my listener has given up on humanity altogether.

I’m not particularly good with my words for someone who would quite enjoy being a writer, in fact I’ve struggled more times than I’ve prevailed in the art of language. But I’ve won over many a job interview, held my own in performance and “blagged” whole subjects I knew nothing about when questioned. So I’ve gotten by…just.

Oh and when/if I’ve had the chance, if anyone who has ever treat me wrongfully or hurt me  came across me again, I always somehow found the exact words to say to them. Or at least I did when talking to myself in the mirror and day-dreaming…

Am I going crazy?

Do you struggle with words? Have you ever had the perfect moment where you said the best thing you have ever come up with?

Demi Nicole

x x x

359 days to go.

Is love as difficult as it seems?

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And does it ever get easier?


So, as I explained in my previous post, I have been productively living my life alongside copious amounts of the American Office. By far, possible one of the most genius pieces of writing to have ever graced television – But I’m sure we will have a discussion about that at some other more convenient and less distracted time. The most staple through-line of the entire programme itself, to me, has to be the love affair that is Jim and Pam. They are more romantic, sweet and perfect for each other than the outcome of a Disney cake baked entirely from every fairytale Princess happy ending and first kiss that ever happened. Somehow, the writers of the Office sat down and envisioned the perfect relationship…something all of us have been chasing for what seems like an eternity.

Well then…what’s the secret? I’d love to have the answer to this one, I really would but I’m a mere twenty years of age, with a string of failed relationships hidden under the carpet so I’d be nothing but useless at even attempting to answer this one. However, for someone so young, I think I have learnt some pretty important lessons to aid the fragile first steps to any relationship; The do’s and do not’s, the coping with ups and downs, how to refrain from throwing fragile objects at one another. And I have studied Jim and Pam longer than I have studied my own lecture notes, so here are my ideas:

1. Establish who you are at your worst.

Now I don’t mean go in all guns blazing, kicking over furniture and shouting down the roof to parade your true colours but I do believe it’s important to recognise your primary ways of dealing with negative situations such as arguments with the significant other. And why not let them know? I know, I’m as stubborn as they come, but sometimes it can be massively beneficial to realise that sometimes you can be a bit of a bitch or the way you talk to them can be a little dickish – or maybe you’re just a king or queen of drama in a fuelled situation. Whatever it might be, if you address it, you can deal with it better and if your partner knows that that is simply your “coping” mechanism, maybe they’ll be a little more understanding in the event of a meteor collision of opposing opinions. Maybe they’ll think of ways to calm you down or how to best not aggravate your temper further. And obviously vice versa. Then one (or both) of you might be a little less inclined to storm out of the door so hastily.

2. Is it really worth fighting over?

I daren’t know how much of the past 5 years I’ve spent arguing with a partner but it happens. You live, you learn, you forget the bad eggs and decisions. A relationship without a little opposition, is a relationship lacking a little passion in my view however. We need to be different, we need to have views and interests that make us us, otherwise we only end up merging together and turning into one big gloopy mess of two wasted brains. And believe me, after the initial “they are so great, I love every little thing they do” stage of a relationship, your S.O WILL irritate you in little ways. Like my boyfriend leaves little piles of scraps of paper and rubbish everywhere that seems to spawn in every corner of the apartment but I also leave the cap off the tooth paste and have 7 thousand bobby pins strategically hidden everywhere. After a while it can get annoying but it isn’t the be all and end all. And even with other things, sometimes you have to take a step back and think “is this worth causing an issue over?”. The simple answer is no. Sometimes we gotta let it go. Time is too short.

3.  Spend time apart together.

When a relationship gets mega serious and you find yourself always with each other or maybe you live together, you sometimes forget to spend time with yourself or doing what interests you. Just because you’re in the same room or house doesn’t mean you have to remain joined at the hip, it’s perfectly fine for you to do different things. Often it’s just nice to know they are there to smile at from across the room. Don’t forget to enjoy some quality me time.

4. You’re not always right.

Sometimes the best thing to do is just admit you’re wrong, no matter how much you can’t bare to, it honestly isn’t about winning when it comes to love.

5. If they make you happy, what else matters?

If you’ve had a terrible day at work, if people seem to consistently let you down, if things aren’t going accordingly to plan…if they are what still makes you smile, still makes you think about a future that might at the time seem a million lifetimes away, nothing else really does matter. The person you choose to be in a relationship with isn’t who you should take all the shit times out on. They are the one who is there to listen, to help and to ultimately reassure you that you aren’t going through that stuff alone. And you’re the same rock for them too. Appreciate that there is always that one someone that can offer that.

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These aren’t rules for a successful relationship and they most certainly won’t work for everyone but they are a few things I have learnt along the way. I think we are all just trying to get by and answers may never come in regards to how to make that journey any easier. Maybe you’re not even in a relationship, maybe you’re just hoping to better your relationship with friends or family. For heavens sake, I hardily ever practise what I preach but I do give it my best shot. And you know what, a lot of the time it works for me. I hope to learn more, to become a better person and to help those around me. If we’ve got to face this world, we might as well face it together.

Let me know if you have any handy tips for a successful for relationship? Or any life lessons you’ve learnt so far?

Spread the love

Demi Nicole

x x x

(364 days to go)