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Why I Stopped Writing, and How I Got My Spark Back

Sunday, 20 January 2019


Hey there, remember me? I used to write and publish (mainly) positive lifestyle posts pretty much every week. Ironically, the last post I wrote for this blog was all about the things I wanted to accomplish through my blog... but instead of working towards achieving these goals, I ended up doing the complete opposite.

I stopped writing.


I didn't have any fresh ideas or inspiration... and whenever I thought of something to write about, there was always 50+ posts talking about the same thing already floating around. It was the middle of the longest, hottest summer on record in Scotland, and I wanted to soak it all up while I could... so my already dwindling motivation to write absolutely plummeted. 

The truth is, I just didn't really care anymore.

And as Sophie Milner put it, when you stop writing, it's kind of like not going to the gym anymore. Missing the deadline for one post turned into taking a month off of blogging, and before I knew it I was back at uni and the crazy busyness of third year took over. My blog didn't just take a back seat, it got booted.


The thing about being in third year at uni, is that you suddenly realise how little time you have for anything that, um, isn't uni.


When I started back at uni, I barely even took the time to do my hair and makeup in the morning; never mind spending hours pampering myself and going out to get my photos taken... or setting out flatlays. Oh no, that time could be used working on my endless pile of assignments- or catching up with friends that I hadn't seen for weeks because of our clashing timetables. 

And I noticed a change.

I noticed that I was so, so much moodier on the days I rolled out of bed with 15 minutes to spare. 15 minutes to get everything together and rush out the house with no makeup on, and my hair tied up in a messy bun so messy you could barely call it a bun. On these days, I noticed that I complained more. I made more mistakes, and I was more self-critical of myself for making these mistakes. I was -generally- not as happy as usual.


But recently, I've noticed something else.

I've noticed that on the days where I give myself plenty of time to get ready in the morning, my day seems just that little bit brighter. I smile more easily. I'm more energetic... and much more confident. I'm not perfect, and I still make mistakes on these days, but I'm much more able to see past these mistakes- and fix them.

And it's all down to this simple fact...

When I give myself an hour and a half in the morning, to shower, do my makeup, curl my hair, and eat a good, hearty breakfast, I show myself a little bit of love. I show myself love by taking care of myself, and by minimising the stress I put on myself.

And by showing myself that little bit of love every single morning, I have become the Sara that my friends know and love. 

Last week, one of my friends at work even told me that I looked so happy it was as if I was glowing. I felt absolutely radiant, and I had so much energy I was bouncing off the walls... and that was only two days after I had spent my shift sulking and counting down the hours until I could go home.

So here's to my (very late) New Year's resolution of showing myself some love in the mornings... and I hope you do, too.

Adios, xo

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