I went to a pole dancing class!

Last year I somehow ended up going to a salsa class, something that truly threw me out of my comfort zone so what better way to kick the year off than to do pretty much the same thing but with the addition of a pole and a lot more bruising. As much as I love to exercise, I’m not a social exerciser. Running, yoga and even going to the gym are things I thoroughly enjoy because they involve being alone and not talking to anyone. So, going to this class was less about a physical challenge and more about putting myself in a situation that makes me uncomfortable and pushing myself out of my comfort zone and guess what? I actually had a great time.

Trying out pole dancing was always something I was interested in but everytime I looked at it there was either no classes close to me, I had missed the beginning of the course or I didn’t have the money to be spending on classes when I could go running for free. But it’s winter and I can’t run in winter unless I want the have scaley skin from November – March thanks to the winning combination of sweat, cold air and eczema. Thinking about this my mind circled back to what classes I could maybe join and pole dancing popped into my head. I found a class five minutes down the road that was due to start the next week and emailed the school to book myself on.

 Upon arrival I was sufficiently and expectedly awkward amongst the other women. As much as I love to think I’m an unflappable, badass I still find it hard to enter a room of people and make any sort of conversation with them. Thankfully, the ladies of Liverpool are always welcoming and seem to have one hell of a knack for making you feel at ease in these sort of situations so before I knew it I was throwing myself around this pole (and sometimes on the floor). The actual exercises were way harder than I ever could have imagined and when it came to doing a dance routine my inability to quickly pick up steps appeared but I didn’t feel awkward. I laughed and had fun with it and now I can’t wait to go this week, wearing shorts this time because trying to get a good trip wearing sweatpants is impossible and for some reason I was also bothered about flashing my pasty legs to strangers. Hey ho, old insecurities die hard but I’m trying to push myself and this was something I ended up enjoying so much I was buzzing to tell my partner all about it when I left. I’m sure this week will be no different!

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What is a me day?

In the last couple months of 2017 I found myself struggling with maintaining my sense of fulfilment and self-worth. My partner, Dean (there you go, you finally got a proper mention) would spend his days off where he would seemingly do all these things that made him happy to the point that he was excited to tell me about them I came home.

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A Cliché Time for a Fresh Start

I’m not going to go into all the very boring and (frankly) poor excuses as to why I let this blog die a little, instead I just have to accept that I did and try to pick things back up again with the hope that anyone might still care to read. With that out of the way, let’s acknowledge the start of a new year; 2018. Continue reading A Cliché Time for a Fresh Start

So, you’re about to leap in to something completely new?

This week’s blog post is dedicated to one of my oldest and closest friends, who is about to embark on the experience of a lifetime so most of this will be directed to her but, hey you other people might get something from it! Bon voyage, Helen!

The months that lead up to my move to Barcelona were nothing particularly unusual or anxiety inducing. I had been accepted for my TEFL course way back in the February and wasn’t actually leaving until the end of September, it was all so far away. Four weeks before I was set to leave with flights booked, course paid for and accommodation  sorted I still wasn’t quite feeling it, it didn’t really feel like I was leaving to start a new life in a new place where I knew nobody but that’s what was about to happen. It wasn’t until the few days before my flight that nerves set in, mostly just my fear of flying to be honest because really, deep down I was just excited.

In the time that lead up to me leaving I had so many people call me brave for doing such a thing and ask me if I was scared and I thought it was odd at first that I kept getting asked these things because I wanted to do this. That is why I applied for it in the first place and planned it all meticulously for months before I even applied for my course. This is what is important to remember about times like this, times where you are about to throw yourself into the unknown and feel that twinge of nervousness. You have to remind yourself that no one is forcing you to do this, you chose to do this and in a year from now you’re going to get to say to people who you have travelled to all these amazing places, met some incredible people and maybe best of all, you got paid for it at the same time. Doing something like moving to another country, travelling or (as you’re going to do, Hel) working on a cruise ship is going to be one of those things that you look back and realise how it helped shape you and make you grow. Isn’t that insane? Isn’t that beyond exciting to know what lies ahead of you is not only going to give you some unforgettable memories but serve as a way to better yourself even more?

Personally, I know that I felt like I had already come so far before my own little adventure; I wasn’t sure how much further I really had to go from there but experiences like this will propel you towards who you are meant to be, that best version of you, in ways you cannot fathom yet. You are going to have a wonderful time, I can guarantee you that and I can also guarantee that home will still be waiting for you when you return and we will all be loving and missing you from it.

A Day in Glasgow

Last week, I drove up to Scotland with my parents to visit family for a few days. As there was a surprise birthday party to prepare for that I couldn’t really help with, I escaped to Glasgow city centre for the day to do some of the things I hadn’t had a chance to do on my previous visits. This (obviously) began with a trip to a coffee shop in the West End, a part of the city I hadn’t explored too much in the past. I chose to visit Avenue Coffee based off the good reviews I had seen online and its location next to the Botanic Gardens; my destination for the day despite the unsurprisingly dreary weather.  Continue reading A Day in Glasgow

5 Places to go in Liverpool

Last week, I had planned to write a post reflecting on what has changed in my life since I moved to Barcelona and have since returned. However, considering everything that is happening in Catalonia right now I didn’t real feel like talking about myself and how Barcelona changed me whilst violence is being used against the people by the Spanish government as they seek their independence.

I’ll return to that topic at a later juncture but for now I will simply talk about some of the new places I have experienced in Liverpool and why I recommend you visit them. Enjoy!

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My Dissertation aka My Novel

If it isn’t already clear to those of you who have been following this blog for nearly a year now (wow) or you haven’t read anything about who I am from way back in my first post; I am an English Literature with Creative Writing graduate. For my dissertation, I had to produce a piece of creative writing with a critical commentary and I chose to start a novel. Now, the trauma of tackling something as large and important as a dissertation has meant that I have neglected this piece of writing for quite some time and I did try to return to it when I was in Barcelona but other bits of writing have gotten in the way. But here I am again, thinking about this piece that I was so excited to get to when I first started planning it out and now makes me wince a little when I remember it or look at the date I last edited it.

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