A little life; my thoughts.

It is truly remarkable that upon turning the cover of a book, one has no idea what they are yet to discover; not really. They may be equipped with a synopsis, a blurb, some reviews… but one can never predict the emotions a piece of work will invoke until the act is experienced firsthand. When I picked up ‘A Little Life’ by Hanya Yanagihara, this was exactly the case. I did not expect to fall into one hundred ditches, fly one thousand heights, or to have emotions torn and tossed like KitKat wrappers one million times. I did not expect for my vision to improve, my brain to haze or my heart to ache. I did not expect to feel beads of sweat prickle from my hot skin in moments of tension, or for that to turn to hungry, furious steam at every turn of a page. I did not expect for it to resonate so inexplicably strongly with myself, as though it was something the world had wanted me to hear for a long, long time.

The character of Jude is tormenting to read. You cannot help but fall in love with his kind hearted yet vulnerable nature. This is consequently infuriating when you discover his innate self hatred, and how he views himself through a tinted, skewed, smashed mirror. There is so much more I wish to discuss within his character and his relationships with others, but I think key points would be his relationship with Willem and Andy. His main struggle when being with another person comes from his sense of undeservedness, which is deeply saddening and somewhat maddening. Seeing cracks appear in a seemingly perfect relationship, however, teaches the valid life lesson that no relationship is smooth all the way. And most importantly, that this is okay. The writing is deeply intricate about his romantic life and how the protagonist’s past affects his present and future. I suppose it is true that your past will always haunt you. It made me feel nauseous with the realisation that some people in life truly feel this way- that however much they trust a person and trust their love, they will never feel secure or worthy. This has to be what produced one of the largest emotional responses in me. His relationship with his doctor, Andy, is also intriguing though. The reader watches an emotional journey of trust develop- which is a huge milestone for the character of Jude- however it reaches a point where their emotional investment intrudes on Andy’s professional decision making skills. Equally, professional decisions would not be able to be made as effectively by a doctor who did not know all of Jude’s past in the way that Andy did. It really is an ethical debate! As much as i’d love to, I will restrain from revealing too much incase anyone has not read this book yet.

What I can discuss, though, is the open nature in which Yanagihara discusses ‘taboo’ topics. I loved this beyond words (although it has faced much controversy). I think that the way sexuality, relationships, abuse, illness and suicide was explored so freely made it a liberating read. It is undeniable that most families face one of the above at some point in their lives, so perhaps such conflict arises from self denial. However, I personally embraced the way they were approached not as controversial topics, but as things that affect the best of us; things that need to be spoken about.

A book has never had such ability to produce tears from me as much as this one did. It was so easily forgettable that the writing was fiction, because it was packed with so much truth and wisdom that one cannot muster from nowhere. It taught me to talk about issues, to accept flaws, to stop asking and start doing, and most importantly to be myself. It sounds exaggerative to go to this extent, but my view of the world really did change as soon as the back cover kissed the front and my heart strings snapped from its ending. I think it bought me out of a drunken perspective of the world and really sobered me up a little, and I also think that a few more of us could do with a read like that.

Below are two poems I wrote about the protagonist Jude, when in emotional turmoil surrounding his suicidal thoughts:


Sullen winds whispered through

Window pane cracks;

Frost lining the sill and sitting,

Sometimes spitting,

Through dense air and

Minds so confused.

Eyebrow hairs stood on end

From the tug of war between

Myself and I;

a stress response of the

Naive and unknowing.


Refreshing was the mind when

Kissed with new oxygen,

Slathered with inspiration and

Assaulted with new ideas.

Refreshed was the mind

When not dampened with the past

And soiled with the present.

Refreshed was the mind,

With the freezing of the future.

And with that,

The freezing of fate.


It rung in the air like a bell;

Supported by an untiring arm and

Awakening the tales that taunted my tongue.

I bit to taste the tinny treat

Of simultaneous reward

and overdue revenge.

How this fate was obtained,

I did not know,

But I did know

That each rustle of the branch

mocked my past

And each clip of a heel

predicted my future;

An undeserving soup of

Regret, redemption,

Trust, turmoil;


Self-pity enveloped my body and

I tear myself free;

A letter to never be posted-

Nor received.


New Year’s Resolutions… or Ridicules?

It is that time of year again. Unavoidably ‘just another day’, but romanticised as a ‘fresh start’ and an ‘opportunity for change’. So, many of us will be making list upon list of dreams and aspirations for the year, and ways to mould ourselves to fit the ‘new me’.

However, in all this optimism, I can’t help but wonder whether New Year’s Resolutions are simply setting us up for failure and disappointment (not to dampen the mood or anything…).

I was starting my 2018 journal today, and I stumbled upon the one I used for 2016. The first page is a list, typewritten, of my resolutions for that year. They were very generic and typical things: ‘Do 30 mins of exercise everyday’, ‘Stop procrastinating’, ‘Drink 8 glasses of water a day’… and I realised that to isolate one of these goals would be okay- achievable, even- however to strive to achieve them all would surely be in sacrifice of spontaneity and happiness. Imagine being a 100% efficient human, who drinks and eats healthily constantly, does not give into the temptations of television or social media, who pushes their body to the extreme just to be able to say they completed this goal. Would this really be healthy? Or would self-discipline be pushed beyond the extreme?

In light of this thought, I decided not to make any specific New Year’s Resolutions this year. Instead, I will set the simple goal of accepting all opportunities that come my way and striving to become a better person in whichever ways I see fit. What appeals to me about this is that I will be conscious of my goal regarding self-improvement, but I have not tailored the journey to acheive this with tight fitting, unforgiving clothing. This year I have decided to let my skin breathe, and to see where that takes me.

Imagine setting 10 specific resolutions, and being unable to achieve any of them. There are 365 days in a year, it would be incredibly hard not to let yourself slip on a few of them. And do you know what? That’s okay. No-one has to be perfect all the time.

Instead, imagine setting a few, loosely defined resolutions, and being able to end the year and look back at what you have done; rather than what you haven’t. 

And I think this is the key thing I want to take with me into 2018. To focus on my gains, not my losses. To look at what I have, not what I do not. To bring light into any dark situation, and to try and share that light with others.



I wish you all the happiest of years.




Chapters of change

Many are skeptical when it comes to the concept of change, and that includes myself. As someone whom is stubborn and so set on loving the way life is right now, I struggle to picture myself in a way that isn’t the current me.

But, it isn’t just us humans that are constantly changing. When I looked outside my window this morning, I saw the sapling that I planted 6 years ago, which is now a thick-trunked tree with fire red and orange leaves tumbling to the ground; waiting to be crunched upon. The beauty of the autumnal scene had me not only in awe of the colours, but also in awe of the way in which nature operates so seamlessly. I looked at the tree again, but this time pictured the branches bare, in a dressing gown of cobwebs and iced with frost from a cold night. I cannot wait for winter and the changes in the environment that will come!


On these thoughts of change, I started to think about the future. Yes, I smashed down the walls of stone I have around the topic and actually invited it in for a while. It is mind-blowing to think of the amount of people I will meet in the future, the amount of places I will travel and the amount of new things I will try.

If my 12 year old self could see where I am now, never would she expect to see me at a different school for sixth form, with a drivers license, or to have a niece, or a bearded dragon. But hey, it happened! Change is fun, because it near enough translates to the phrase: ‘Expect the unexpected.’

From these few moments of intense thought, I have a new outlook on change. The more things change, the more you can say happened in your life. And that’s pretty great. I want my life, in retrospect, to be so full of twists and turns that I feel travel sick just looking back on it.

But whilst it is vital to believe that change is good- so you can move with the flow and more importantly against it- it is also important to remember that some constants are great too. Of course some people will be a constant in your life, and the same goes for places and events. I’m not saying we should get rid of the constants- for this is what we find utter joy in- but to invite change every once in a while wouldn’t be a terrible idea, either.

From now I want to seek to embrace change, rather than fear it. I want to live in the moment, accept opportunities and of course, make my own.

Think of change as a chapter of your life, not a challenge of it.


Stay young

I am terrified of growing up; I don’t want to work 8 hours a day, pay bills, clean a house or iron my clothes! I don’t want to be weighed down by responsibilities, or have to stress about adult-y things.

However, the day will come where I will have to face these concerns, but I want to do so with the promise to always stay young from within.

I may get wrinkles on my face, shakes in my hands and clouds over my mind, but surely my heart will remain unchanged. Today, I vow to myself to never let the things that make me happy go. I vow to myself to never hold back due to fears of looking foolish, or use the phrase ‘do you think I’m too old for that?’

Because if you think the answer to the above question is yes, that means you should definitely go for it.

At the age of 17, I have just spent a day at a farm that I often visited with my mum as a child. I remember the drill: Get the animal food from the counter, feed the animals but remember to wash your hands afterwards, have a picnic on the grass for lunch and end the day in the indoor play area. I remember the sheer joy of days like this in the past, when the animals seemed so big compared to little me.

On my way there today, I was slightly worried that it would be anticlimactic. I was worried that it would ruin my views of the place, because it wouldn’t seem as wild or extravagant as it did when I was a kid.

Well guess what?

It 100% lived up to little me’s expectations.

My friends and I had the picnic (just as I would with my family many years ago), and we even managed to go in the play area despite being too old; finally a benefit of being tiny for my age! The drop slide admittedly still scared me a little, and I felt that old-time adrenaline rush of just running around for the sake of it. Why does it stop being socially acceptable to do this kind of thing when you grow up?

Socially acceptable or not, I think it would be stupid not to relive some things that you loved in the past; even just to rekindle old memories.

I can’t wait until one day I have my own children whom I can share these experiences with. But until then? I will just keep re-living them.


To dream or not to dream?

When it comes to dreams, there tends to be a lot of conflict.

Surely I am not the only one to notice the contrast between two very common phrases: ‘Dream big’ and ‘Do not have dreams. Have plans.’

So… to dream or not to dream?

In my opinion, dreams are essential. However, so are plans. In fact, I think the two go hand in hand.

We need dreams in order to keep that sense of hope alive- that ‘what if?’ and that strive to achieve. Constantly in the back of my mind are various dreams of a book I have written in print: Crisp pages and carefully crafted covers. Dreams of mansions and holidays, weddings and children.

If we talk literally, dreams are a figment of our imagination. They are something we ignite at night, when in reality we are lying in bed, unconscious and achieving nothing. So when talking of dreams, are we admitting to ourselves that these are things that will never be true?

Not necessarily.

To make a dream a reality, we need a plan. Dreams are dreams for a reason- they are large, fanciful and out of our grasp when initially imagined! Therefore, dreams are not things that will be handed to us on a plate (unfortunately).

For example, to achieve my dream of having a book published I need to make a plan which includes the writing of the book, as well as the editing and marketing of it to publishers. I appreciate that this dream is a long way off, and it will never become a reality unless I make it one.

I am only 17 but I know that I had dreams as a young child which I never ended up living- these being dreams which I have no desire to live now. Isn’t it crazy to think of how different our lives would be if we lived each dream we conjured up, rather than letting it pass us by?

I mean, I’d be a singer, dancer, actress, author, multi-millionaire and have wings by now.

Shockingly, this is not the case!

I truly believe that without dreams, we are not living (the irony!), however we really need to make the connection between a dream and a plan in order to achieve.

When you make a plan with your friends, you follow it through. Why? Because you made a commitment to the friend, the details were set, and you had no reason to back out.

Why is it so different with personal ambitions? It doesn’t need to be.

Make a commitment to yourself, your goals and your dreams, and then just wait to see the results.


A message about materialism

Before going to bed last night, I felt like I was stuck in a rut. I realised that my routine was becoming too much of a routine, to the point that I wasn’t trying anything new anymore. So, I promised myself that from then on, I would wake up excited for each day and the new obstacles or adventures it may hold.

The next morning (ready for the first exciting day of the exciting new me) I sat in mushed avocado, smashed my laptop and dropped my phone down the toilet. It is clear to say that I faced more obstacles today than adventures!

At first I was devastated at the loss of my two most expensive possessions. This was especially because it wasn’t me who broke the laptop (it was someone in a lower year who ran off without even apologising). However, after the initial anger, I realised that these are material things. I might not have a fully working laptop or phone, but atleast I have my health.

I am a STRONG believer in everything happening for a reason. Lately I’ve been feeling the strain of technology, and noticing its negative effects in myself. For example, after failing my driving test, seeing a photo of someone else’s pass certificate was not helpful.

At all.

Instead of thinking of today’s events as a disaster, I want to think of it as the universe sending me a message (the hard way), and teaching me that I do not need my electronic devices in order to be happy. In fact, i’m excited to start living a life where I am not a puppet to social media, and to break the strings it has hanging over my head.

Materialism is an easy trap to fall into. Having nice things is great, but only temporarily. At the end of the day, it all boils down to the way you approach life and nurture your relationships.

So yes, maybe I will face more obstacles than adventures at times. But will this knock me down? No. The key thing to remember is;

It is not what life throws at you that defines you; it is the way in which you deal with these things. 

Surviving Seventeen

Are you 17, or going to be? Do you have a child who is 17, but can’t recall those days yourself? Here, I present you: 17 things to know about being 17. 

#1: If you can, get a job!


At this age, you juggle a lot: Schoolwork, socialising, planning the future… and believe it or not, finances come in to play. (Especially if the 17 year old drives/is learning to drive). I have two jobs- one as a sales assistant at Homesense, and one as a tutor- and I wouldn’t survive without them.  Like most teenagers, I get financial support from my parents, but without my jobs I would have no CLUE about budgeting. And, like most teenagers, I love to spend. Having a job enables me to do this (without sending my parents into utter debt) whilst still saving for things like university too. I can’t express how much more the worth of money is appreciated once you start earning for yourself. This is all without mentioning the social skills I have earned from working; I dread to think how shy I would be otherwise.

(Also, if juggling schoolwork with paid work is your biggest concern, then GREAT! You get to gain valuable time management skills too- yippee!)

#2: You’re legally allowed in front of the wheel…

To drive or not to drive? That is the question.

l plates

When I turned 17, I quite literally attacked the idea of being a driver. Within two months I had bought a car (Again, get a job!) and am currently learning. I don’t regret starting to learn so soon, but your bank account really feels the impact. I want to warn fellow 17 year olds that when you buy a car, you don’t just ‘buy a car’. You buy road tax, insurance (which is ridiculously high for youth like you and I), a tonne of petrol, a lot of driving lessons and fees for your theory and practical test. Basically, you spend more than you’re even worth. (I kid, of course.)

On the bright side, you get to drive! And, you prevent the myth of ‘as you get older, you get more scared to learn’ from coming true.

#3: A-levels, A-levels, A-levels

Must I say more? A-levels gradually become your life, and you gradually lose the will to live. But hark! I hear it gets better. Meet your deadlines, revise hard, and remember: Sixth form is only 2 years of your life.a levels

#4: The university hunt begins

If you’re stressing about this, you’re not the only one. The last stage of your education (if you choose to go to university), your first true experience of independence, and most of all: your new home for 3-5 years! Having not gone through the uni experience yet, I have little advice to offer- I guess we are all in the same boat. But, I think a key point is to visit the unis you are interested in! Websites can be deceiving.

#5: You start to see true colours

I’ve found that it’s certainly true that with age and educational stress, the claws start to come out. Steering clear of drama is always wise, and being careful with who you trust is essential! (Not to make you all paranoid humans who can’t trust or anything.) You find that some friends aren’t the same people you first became friends with, but that’s something you need to accept. Afterall: Everyone’s true colours come out eventually.

#6: Procrastination becomes your new best friend

Procrastination is the only enemy you want to make. Get rid of it; fast.

#7: People like to party


17. That awkward age where you aren’t old enough to go out and drink, but it becomes Year 12’s biggest craze. House parties become very common, and are a good way to socialise. And whilst it’s okay to get the drinking out of your system, steer clear of drugs. Not cool.

#8: The battle of optimism and realism begins

Do you play safe, and aim for the realistic career aspiration? Or, do you dive in for that dream job that so few achieve? I think balance between optimism and realism is so important. Obviously, if you’re predicted all U’s, then don’t be applying to Oxford or Cambridge. But, a stab in the dark is good too. All great things need a bit of risk!

#9: Smile; you’ll have wrinkles one day anyway


I find it easy to fall into a trap of thinking my world has ended when one small thing doesn’t go my way. Relatable? In reality, we will be facing much more difficult challenges in the future. And if that’s what you’re worried about, then stop this instant! I’ve learnt that worrying doesn’t change anything. Live in the present, smile, laugh, and cross bridges when you come to them.

#10: Hormones go c-r-a-z-y

Laughing one minute? Crying the next? Aren’t we all! Some things we can’t control, so let your body do its thing.

#11: (Listen up parents!) Be controlled by no-one

All parents want the best for their children. And sometimes, that means they feel the urge to nudge their children in the ‘right’ direction. Unfortunately, it’s not your parents living your life; you are. Parents and siblings etc are great resources, but do what’s right for you. 

#12: Try new things, pursue new hobbies, go new places

Do you remember when you were a child and everything just seemed so much more magical? Well, we are getting older by the day and need to utilise what magic is left. If we don’t try things now, will we ever? Past experiences inspire future ones, right? So surely, the more experiences you have now, the better your future will be.

#13: Teach yourself the skills that aren’t taught in school


Try to learn to cook, especially if you’re going to be a uni student. Try to get your head round taxes and adulty things like that. (Side tip: If you get a job, look out for if you’re emergency taxed. If you are, claim it back asap!) Even things like people skills aren’t taught, but are essential for your success more often than not. Use your initiative and learn- you won’t be spoon fed forever.

#14: You aren’t classed as a child for many things now…

Just remember to tone down the makeup or hair gel if you want cheaper cinema tickets.

#15: Social media is a huge influence on your life

Most of us are scrolling using facebook, instagram, snapchat and twitter almost constantly. Telling you to stop would be hypocritical (because I too use social media a lot). However, try to remember the advantages of social media (looking for opportunities) as well as the disadvantages (such as deteriorating people skills.)

#16: Keep doing the things you love

bike ride

Despite going to school, studying, working and doing whatever other things you have to do, it is so important you allow time to do what makes you happy. Don’t overstretch yourself, and certainly don’t feel guilty for keeping up with your hobbies (like I often do). This age comes with stress, but noone is expecting us to become emotionless, working machines. Well, I hope not anyway.

#17: You’re only 17 once

Make the most of it.

As a 17 year old, I am just offering advice I’ve learned along the way/ things I wish I knew a long time ago. Some may agree with these things, some may not! All in all, it’s a pretty great age. A lot happens in the year of being 17, but I reckon the feeling of surviving it is pretty damn rewarding.

Stay on top, keep smiling, enjoy life. 

Why so emotional?

Emotions are extraordinary things; sunshine and rain, goldfish and sharks, raging riptides, looming forests, rocky mountains and unwavering waves. And the crazy part? All in the same day.

Well sometimes, anyway. (Lets not portray yourself as a complete emotional mess, Ellie.)

If we feel too much, we are ‘irritating’. We are ‘melodramatic’. We are ‘a wreck’

If we feel too little, we are ‘robots’. We are ‘cold.’ We are ’empty’.

This is all according to societies rules. Or sometimes even our own. Sometimes we construct things in our minds that don’t even exist.

Me? I’m an overthinker. Every single, tiny, detail ticks away in my brain until confronted. If not confronted, it absolutely will not go away. Instead, a little army of these thoughts will build up and build up. Except, this army does not carry weapons, and eventually, is defeated.

Don’t overthink.

Now, if you are a overthinker, you will understand the complete and utter absurdity of this advice. That’s like saying ‘Don’t be british.’ or ‘Don’t be female.’

You are who you are, and that’s okay.


I’m a happy person. I’m a lucky person. I’m a happy-go-lucky person, you might say. I complain, like everyone else. I moan and groan, like everyone else. And yes, I get upset too. But guess what? So does everyone else.

I set myself standards too high. And these standards seem quite simple: To always be happy. But in reality, it just isn’t realistic or achievable. Being sad every now and then is natural- it makes us human! Being sad shows we can relate; it shows we care.

But sometimes we feel more down than your average glumness because someone cancelled on you or something like that. Sometimes there isn’t a reason for these emotions, which is the most frustrating thing- because it also means you can’t find a solution to them!

Spoiler alert! This was me the other day.

Every 30 minutes I wanted to cry, everytime someone spoke to me I snapped and everytime someone asked me what was wrong, my answer was ‘nothing.’ And the odd part was, that this was true. Because although I wasn’t okay, there really was nothing causing my sadness.

I spoke to the person I am closest to about this, and they said ‘Crying is like admitting to yourself that you are happy or sad.’ This stuck with me, because although I felt sad I knew I wasn’t sad. In life, things are going well! I’m close to amazing people (CRINGE), I am doing fine at school, I have a part time job and am learning to drive.. and I will be an Aunty in 2 months!

So what was going on?

I decided to concentrate on myself that day. I cancelled my plans, turned off the TV and other distractions and went on a walk. When I got back, I made a mindmap of things that defined ‘me’. I also included things I wanted to learn or hobbies I wanted to take up. (I’m a control freak and having a plan makes me feel immediately better). And like all fairytales, Ellie ended the day feeling happily ever after.

Aside from this lovely life story, there is a point i’m trying to make (hoorah!).

The point is that emotions are natural- the good ones and the bad ones! But in order to stay on top, you need to take time out solely for yourself. Why? So you don’t lose your focus on who you are and who you aim to be.

— But similarly, don’t do this ‘solely me’ thing for so long that you end up as an isolated, lonely, lazy, fat slump. —

No-one wants that, do they ;)?