2019 Resolution Check

Well, seeing as everyone else seems to be reflecting on the past year, thought I may as well join in. I was going to write about the highs and lows of the year or do a wee recap of what all happened in 2019, but the whole year is pretty much a big blur and I don’t really think I could remember half of it if I tried. SO, I thought I’d do a wee throwback to the New Year resolutions I made in January, to see how well I did. Here goes:

1) Join the gym.

Off to a GREAT start, I see. Well, this definitely did NOT happen. But at least it means that I technically didn’t skip “leg day” once this whole year. Go me!

2) Be more positive.

Hmmm. I don’t actually know if I did this or not. I like to think that in general, I am a pretty positive person (my blood definitely is). But I can’t remember if I was less positive last year? The whole point of this was to see the “silver lining”, but last year was tougher for me, so I had more clouds to try to line. I don’t know, that one’s too hard. (Can you tell that I’m typing as I think?) But because the gym one was a disaster, I think I’ll just go ahead and say YES. Yes, I am more positive than I was last year. Tick tick.

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3) Make the most of final year

Okay, so I said about “lunch dates and lie-ins”. Okay so, 1) I think I went for lunch like once, BUT that’s because our timetable was hella weird. I did make the most of the Clements in Jordanstown, though. And I went for a lot of coffee dates this year, so I will give myself that. And 2) I am physically incapable of “lying in”, but naturally waking up at 8am is a lie-in compared to setting an alarm for 7:30am when you’re on placement, so I’ll give myself that one, too. God, I’m doing well.

4) Seize every opportunity

“Say yes to more things (that I want to do)”. I mean, I feel like yes, this definitely happened. Largely because I’m living in a student house and no longer on placement working full-time, so I actually CAN say “yes” more.

I also said “no” more to things I didn’t want to do. I made less excuses (and lies), because at the end of the day, not wanting to do things is a reason not to do them. “Just because your friends jumped off a cliff” and all that.

5) Travel more

Oui, completo. I went to Toulouse, Glasgow (if you know, you know), Valencia, Berlin, Meath (random I know), Mayo (also random), Copenhagen and Amsterdam. Had to look back on my Instagram because I couldn’t remember them all. Talk about #cultured.

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Me every 10 working days

6) Cut down on single use plastics

Done agus DONE. Thank God that everyone’s started panicking about the fact that boomers humans have wrecked the Earth and need to make changes ASAP to try to save it, because it’s meant that companies have made it a lot easier to reduce plastic use. I’ve got my steel straw, KeepCup, don’t use lunch bags or carrier bags, buy more loose foods AND didn’t use any plastic in my Christmas wrapping this year. I just cup up brown paper bags and then tied them with ribbon. Very rustic.

7) Think less

Ahem. To quote myself in January, “I just want to be more easy going and laid back about life in general.” HA. That didn’t happen*. I was gifted the “Calm the F*ck Down” book and bought “The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck” book this year, which says it all really. What was I thinking like. Bloon.

*In my DEFENCE, I am in final year and I am very triggered by dirty dishes left in the sink and unwashed for days 🙂

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8) Wear skirts casually

I DID THIS TWICE IN BERLIN. Tick tickkkkk.

9) Blog more

Hmm, depends. If I meant blog more as in, “do more blogging” than yeah, I did. If I meant, “blog MORE than last year”, then not really, because I did like the same amount as last year. But let’s go with the first one and say YES again. I’m on a roll, lads.

10) Be happppppppy

I feel like I’m in a good place at the minute and I’m happy ‘happppppppy’ with my life and my situation. I know I’m definitely happier than last year, and the start of the year for sure. I’m back at uni so I officially don’t have to be an adult for another 7 months (YEO), I’m living with 2 amazing people (not that they’ll read this and appreciate the compliment anyway), I’m doing a job I really like and I’m happy with how my blogging’s going. Aside from some hella questionable political decisions, the sheer stress of final year, the fact that coffee keeps getting dearer and there’s still no united Ireland, I’m pretty happy with how 2019 went.

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So, there you go. My new year’s resolution for 2020? Stop talking about going to the gym because I AM NEVER GOING TO GO.

Boris’s Poli-tea-cal Blunder

I was having a wee jook at the news to see what the general craic was with the world, because I normally live in a nice wee bubble where I don’t really know what’s going on. Call me “uninformed” if you want, but ignorance is bliss and all that? Don’t need any negative energy, thank YOU.

Anyway, on my voyage to wisdom, I stumbled across some ‘breaking’ political news story about the general election. Exciting times.

Boris Johnson has caused uproar and disgust across the water (wouldn’t be like him), not for his extreme political views and this whole ‘Brexit’ shenanigans. No. For putting milk in his tea while the teabag’s still in the cup. You can imagine the outcry.

What sort of person have you got as Prime Minister? You let a man who puts milk in his tea with the teabag STILL IN THE CUP lead you? Wild.

So like, we all know this isn’t “news” at all, so why did Sky feel the need to write an article about it? And why did people care so much?

Because, when people don’t like you, they look for any excuse to justify disliking you. “Why do you hate him so much?” “He’s causing everyone severe bother with this Brexit fiasco and potentially disrupting the lives and futures of like, everyone. ” Hmm, seems a bit unreasonable. “He makes tea wrong.” Fair enough. Say no more.

If he was caught on camera making tea normally, would anyone care? Nah. Because when you’ve a bad public image, bad publicity has more of an effect than good does. When people love you, every wee thing you do just makes people love you more. Do something bad, well sure look at all the good you’ve done to cancel it out.

People don’t like you? Every little thing you do is scrutinised, with people just WAITING for you to do something weird or wrong. Do something good? Doesn’t really matter, look at all the other stuff you’ve done. One good deed doesn’t make you a saint. Probably a PR stunt to make people like you anyway.

Boris’s reputation made something as trivial, sorry, majorly important as making tea, become, like, a thing. Like people actually care about it. If Beyoncé made tea weirdly, would you notice? Would you care? Youse would probably all start making tea the way she does.

But, Boris is pretty controversial (to put it as nicely as I can), and some people just love to have a reason to not like him, or support his credibility as a leader of anything. I mean, if you wouldn’t trust him to make you a cup of tea, why would you trust him to make important decisions and run your country?

“The teabag was STILL IN THE CUP”

I can just PICTURE Labour’s next campaign, “We make proper tea, vote for us”. Would be more effective than any political agenda, I reckon.

Why Students Should Skip Uni

Not that you need a reason, do you?

Well lads, big day on the 12th of December – yes it marks a week since the glorious day that is my birthday, but less more importantly, it’s vote day. Yes “vote day” is the political term, I believe. But aye, they called a general election for some reason, which is really random because they’re never normally this time of year. “General election” doesn’t normally fall into my countdown to Christmas.

The 12th of December is also the second last day of uni – yepa.

What have the two got to do with each other? Well, you can’t vote in Armagh if you’re sitting in the Holylands, can you? Most people (hopefully) are registered to vote back in their local area (or “constituency” if you want to be fancy). But chances are, a lot of students won’t be back home on the 12th because they’re living elsewhere for uni.

I know, it’s tempting to just give it a miss and stay in your nice freezing student house rather than go back home to vote, but you really should consider it.

Yeah, you could always register to vote in your student house area but let’s be real, chances of that happening aren’t great, are they? “While lot of effort la.”

Cheesy cliché but you have a voice, so make it count. What other chance do you have to actually make a difference and help decide something? It’s like the one thing normal people can actually play a part in. We’re not trusted to make decisions and and have our thoughts and ideas listened to normally, so this is our yearly shot.

Before you say, “It doesn’t make a difference, it’s only one vote”. Well yes, but one vote times the thousands of people saying that slightly adds up now, doesn’t it?

Let’s not forget the lil 3-year nightmare we’ve been living in. If only more people had’ve voted, maybe things would’ve turned out differently, eh? Eh?

No harm, but you can’t complain about the results of the elections or about decisions that are made if you didn’t vote. True, we can’t do anything about what politicians decide, but we can do something about who gets to make those decisions.

Voting is especially important for students, because we’re the youngest. We have the longest to live with decisions that are made. There isn’t much representation for us young ‘uns, and what we want doesn’t always get much attention. Not voting gives the impression you don’t really care what happens and you trust those bloons in parliament to make the right choices. But if we vote, we can have our chance to show that we actually are important and do care what happens about our future.

Why do I vote?
Because it’s literally the one thing I can do to try to make a difference (apart from recycle). It’s the only control I have. I sign petitions, yes. I go to rallies, yes. But I mightn’t need to if the right people are making the best decisions for me.

I vote because I’m a girl. Because I can. Women couldn’t always vote. Women fought for years for the right to something men got granted onto them simply for having a Y chromosome. People protested, fought and worked for years, not so they could vote, but so we could. I don’t want that to be in vain.

So go home, be warm, number a few wee boxes and be satisfied that hey, you might have actually made a wee difference to the future, how rewarding.

“Please explain your absence in today’s lecture and tutorial.” “Sorry miss, was too busy changing the future.” Sounds kinda badass, doesn’t it?

I mean you could always go to uni then go home and vote because they’re open until like 10pm, but ure don’t pretend you weren’t looking an excuse to miss that lecture anyway.

Menu Madness

Me and my uni ones were going for brunch on Friday (standard millennial girl behaviour). We (FINALLY, after a lot of veto’s) decided to go on the Wednesday, and within minutes we were all checking the menu and pre planning what we might get.

Once we got there, it still took us about 15 minutes to decide what we wanted. So imagine how long it’d take if we’d never seen the menus before, we’d still be sitting there now like.

And we’re sure as hell not the only ones. Everyone does it. Find out where you’re going, go online and download the menu. It’s the norm really.

I used to judge people who knew what they were going to order for lunch like 3 days before they went. I thought, “how do you know what you want? Why not just see what you feel like at the time?” That’s what I did. I just rocked up and chose what I fancied. So next time an interviewer asks me about taking risks, you can bet what example I’m gonna whack out.

I don’t know when exactly I moved to the dark side and started downloading PDFs left, right and centre. But to be fair, I really struggle with decisions so the whole hassle of actually CHOOSING one thing over the other 48 on the menu is a bit of a 20 minute stress-infused ordeal.

Plus, I’d be so distracted at trying to choose that I neglect the company I’m with and don’t speak to them. So you can imagine why pre-deciding and avoiding a 20-minute silence isn’t a bad idea for someone like me. I’m doing my brain, my amigos AND the poor waiter all a favour.

It’s sort of like a “fail to prepare, prepare to fail” kinda scenario.
We’ve all had those times where the waiter keeps coming over and you’re still not ready to order so you panic and choose the first thing you see or lapse into “chicken goujons and chips”. So maybe if you had’ve seen the menu before, you’d have gone for something a lil more exciting and worth the £18.

Me when the waiter comes over

Now, I don’t choose EXACTLY what I want, unless there’s only one thing I actually like on the menu. I normally narrow it down to like 2 things I might go and then “see how I feel” when I get there. Not that it’s exactly hard to narrow it down when you’re THIS fussy.

Even if I’m not even planning to go to a certain place anytime soon, I still have a wee jook and see what they do; just in case I ever do take a notion. I’m THAT sad, I know. But I’m not the only one, I refuse to believe it so I’m gonna generalise and say this is a SWEEPING TREND.

So why do we (yes, WE) bother? What’s the point of looking at a menu of somewhere we’re not even going to?

1. To see the food
Duh. “Italian” – okay does that mean pizza? Lasagne? Fancy twirly pasta? What if I don’t want any of them? Is there something like normal? What about vegans/vegetarians and other fussy creatures?

2. To see the names
I want to see how posh this place is. Is it “salmon and cream cheese bagel” or “free range, organic, hand-caught Scottish salmon, with organic, hand-churned cream cheese on home-made, circular dough with a hole in the middle, topped with honey-rolled sesame seeds“? I need to see if the place is as unfancy as me.

3. The price
Ah yes, probably the main reason for us students. Once I see “olives” as a starter for £5 you can bet your donkey I’m going to swiftly exit, delete and rule out THAT establishment.

4. For a wee nosey
Of course. Bitta dinner inspo, pass the time when you’re in the dentist waiting room, new place opened round the corner so you HAVE to suss it out.

Me when a new café opens

It’s not just that more people are jooking at more menus now. it’s that more menus are available now. Not having a menu online could be what makes someone choose another business over yours. Think about it. Why I would choose to go to a place when I don’t know what it serves or how much it costs; when I can easily go to another place where I can find it all out and avoid disappointment when I sit down and read the menu?

If I’m deciding between 2 places for dinner, the one with a menu I can read is gonna be the pick, hands down. I might like the food, drinks and price at the other place, but how do I know that if I can’t see what any of that is?

That’s the downside of businesses not having websites and opting for a wee Facebook page instead. There’s almost never a menu on them. Goddamnit. Photos, memes and competitions, great. But that doesn’t help me decide where to go for brunch now does it?

For someone like me who finds decisions and committment a stressful and MELTING task, having the ability to check, decide and then RELAX when I get to the food place is a beautiful gift.

So shoutout to the businesses who do have their menus readily available for a wee nosey, go rabh maith agat. And to the businesses who don’t, you just lost yourself a very valuable customer who orders tap water.

Are We Easily Offended?

I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it, we’ve all heard it: “We aren’t allowed to say… anymore”. I’m guessing most of us have said “you can’t say that” (mostly to grandparents and older generations with questionable views), or changed a word we’re going to say to another more ‘correct’ one. But, is it the rules of what we can say that have changed, or simply what people will and won’t tolerate? Just because you “could” say it before, doesn’t necessarily mean that you should’ve.

Society has changed. People have more rights, and people are more aware of those rights. Yes, it’s still a predominantly upper-class white male dominated world (how fab). But people can stick up for themselves more. They know when they don’t have to “tolerate” or “deal with” being mistreated. They know how they should or shouldn’t be treated. For example, I should be treated like the gift to the world that I am. So, people know that they don’t have to listen to derogatory words used about them. They don’t have to put up with it anymore.

I admit, people do seem to be a lot more sensitive in the past, with people constantly choosing their words carefully to avoid offending someone or being labeled as discriminatory in some way. But is being aware of the effects of what we say necessarily a bad thing? Shouldn’t we have to think about what we say and how it will impact others? God FORBID having to think of the consequences of what you do.

Sometimes, people do just seem to want to look for hurt and malice where there is none, or as my ma would say “some people are while easily offended”. People need to be aware of whether the offence is the responsibility of the speaker or hearer. Someone can take offence even if nothing “offensive” was actually said. It’s like if you tell someone they look like their ma – it’s not offensive, but some people get offended by it. Not me though, don’t worry, Claire.

Even vegans are getting involved (how unlike them) with some claiming that phrases like “don’t flog a dead horse” promote and normalise mistreatment of animals. Even though the phrase clearly says not to beat an animal but okay.

There’s always extremists who take it a step further, and say that things which aren’t offensive, are. The problem is that this hides the actual issues with things people say. If you ask people to change words or phrases because they’re derogatory or offensive, then people will change. But if you demand unreasonable changes, then people won’t listen and they’ll not change anything they say.

People need to be more aware of the consequences of their actions. If you want to say something, fine. But if no one wants to hear it, then it’s not fine.

There’s a difference between when something’s unwanted, and when it’s wrong. Will I be offended if you call me ugly? No, because I got 100 likes on my selfie probably. Does that mean you shouldn’t be able to say it? No.

Will I be offended if you make a sectarian comment? Oh, honey, yes. Does that mean you shouldn’t be able to say it? You betcha.

Let’s be real, we’re not running out of words anytime soon. New words are constantly made up and added to our vocab (my personal fave is “yeet”), so if you can’t use a certain word, find another one. Preferably one that won’t make people angry. Or, better yet: keep your rude opinions to yourself. Problem solved!!

It’s pretty straightforward – if people don’t want to be called something, don’t call ’em it. Drake’s real name’s Aubrey, but he doesn’t like it (wonder why) so wants to be called Drake. So what do we do? We call him Drake. See how easy it is??

Even if you don’t agree with not being able to say a word/phrase without judgement or backlash, why not save yourself the bother and confrontation by keeping it tucked away in that lil brain of yours. Why make controversial comments and then complain you’ve had a backlash?

To sum: stop pissing people off.
The end.

The “C” Word

Culture. Well, what other word would I be talking about? Tut TUT. Anyway, if you’ve been on social media recently (or Buzzfeed in particular), you can’t seem to scroll far without coming across the word. It seems that every time a song, music video, or fashion photography is released, it comes into play. All this talk of culture and appropriation got me thinking, what actually is culture? Well, let’s ask boy George, shall we?

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Culture is: “the ideas, customs, and social behaviour of a particular people or society.”

These “people” include races, religions, nationalities and ages – just because two people are from the same place, doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll have the same culture. A Parisien Islamic pensioner and Parisien Catholic teenager will obviously have cultural differences (duh).

So, culture includes what we do, think, eat, wear and how we act and behave. But where does it end? Is burning other nationalities’ flags “culture”? What about shooting people? Colonisation? Fast food? Not saying thanks to the bus driver? (Eugh, imagine) Is this “culture”?

How big do these “people, groups and societies” have to be for their behaviour to qualify as “culture”? Can any behaviour done by these groups by classified as culture?

A group of a certain race, religion, nationality and who support a certain soccer team shout sectarian and racist songs and abuse at matches (hypothetically of course, this would never happen). This is a group which share views and attitudes, and this is a social behaviour after all, so does that make it culture?

People seem all too quick to excuse a behaviour by saying it’s their culture. It eliminates their responsibility and shifts the blame. It’s not them choosing to act that way, it’s out of their control – it’s instilled in them, it’s how they were raised. Headers.

We need to stop using “culture” as a justification. Not only does this skew what people think is “okay”, it also undermines actual culture. If anything can be classified as a cultural behaviour, then it loses its definition. We lose the ability to distinguish and tell the difference between what we should deem unacceptable and acceptable.

As well as this, a group of people behaving a certain way and branding it “culture” creates a stigma and association attached the wider group they’re a part of. This results in stereotypes of nations, races and religions, having them branded and labeled as a whole. Spoiler alert: not all Irish people are alcoholics and drunks, despite what films repeatedly portray. Very badly, and usually with a Scottish accent, might I add (@ Gerard Butler- you brought our country shame).

Good.

Anyway, recently there seems to a rise in people defending and wanting to “protect” their culture. Even if said culture involves discrimination or abusive behaviour. So, why the desire now more than ever to retain it?

Well, we live in a world where cultures seem to be blending into one – shoutout to multinational corporations !! No matter where you are in the world, you can most likely eat the same things and buy the same brands. Globalisation means that sadly, small and local firms are being put out of business by the big dogs.

Don’t get me wrong, these companies allow us to pay less for products, order food despite not speaking the language, and make things more accessible. But what don’t they do? Pay tax, yes. But offer a sense of “home”. They offer it to visitors, but not natives of the country. Nothing screams ‘traditional’ like a Bershka or H&M. That’s the real reason I go on holiday.

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You can go abroad, walk down the city’s main street, and feel like you’re home. Same shops, same language (shoutout to English speaking countries for apparently being the only ones not to learn another language !!) and thanks to global warming, the same weather. How FAB.

In a time where everything’s blurring to become more similar, of course it’s important to preserve traditions and culture (ones that don’t harm others, just to clarify). Things that make us unique, things you can’t get or do just anywhere. But first, we have to stop using it as a scapegoat for acting like eejits.

Why Did Azealia Banks Call Me “Ugly”?

Well, I’m sure you all probably know the whole drama surrounding Azealia Banks this week. But if not, here’s wee recap:

Basically Azealia Banks (she’s a “rapper”) was due to perform in Dublin’s Academy, and so was flying over from wherever she was. She got into a dispute with the flight attendant and then left the plane. She was flying meant to be flying with Aer Lingus, so instead of insulting the employee or the Irish air line, Miss Banks had to take it a step further and insult the whole country and its people. How nice.

Miss Banks sporting the native flag of us “ugly” folk

She went on a big rant on Instagram, crying and saying that all Irish women are “ugly”. This is obviously untrue, I mean, have you seen me? My ma says I’m gorgeous. Anyway, she obviously had a bit of making up to do before her concert to avoid being “potatoed” (egged, but, with spuds) on stage as one Instagram user threatened. Way to break stereotypes guys.

After sailing over (she refused to fly), she played to a surprising 800 “fans” – maybe they forgave her, or maybe they just wanted to get their money’s worth – dedicated to “beautiful Irish women”. This girl should really teach a masterclass in PR damage control.

Actual footage of Azealia Banks trying to win back her Irish fans

So that’s that then? Oh, honey no.
For literally no reason, Azealia decided to bash us once more online. This time, she stepped up her childish insults by decided branding the Irish as “inbred”, “barbarians”, and said to one Instagram user “don’t you have a famine to go die in?” What a lovely gal, a true delight.

Anyway, why did she do this? Why be racist not once, but twice to a whole nation purely because of one altercation with a flight attendant?
Because she needs help? Likely. But I’m gonna Louis Theroux it and whack another theory in the mix: she needs publicity.

It’s no secret that apart from her banger “212” – which is SUCH a tune by the way, her other songs haven’t exactly topped the charts,
and she doesn’t get much airtime because of the style and language in her music. When all of this was going on, a lot of users were asking who she even was; I – a former fan, didn’t even know she was on tour (in my own country?)

Her Instagram story went viral, with users flocking to her profile to watch her “rant”. People who didn’t even know who she was or forgot about her went on too, thus (what a word) planting her name back in their minds. People went on her profile, Googled her, talked about her, commented on her posts, giving her a stack of bad publicity. Which is still publicity.

Plus, Azealia Banks gets more exposure and is better known for her “beef”s with celebrities like Lana Del Ray on Twitter than her music. She’s a controversial figure, and she doesn’t exactly have a positive image or reputation, so what has she got to lose? The hearts of a nation, yes. But sure, we’re all inbreds and apparently the rest of the world doesn’t care about us or want to associate with us leprechauns anyway.

So, maybe this was just another little PR stunt to keep her in the public eye, or maybe she is just a header. Who knows?

New Year, Slightly Improved Me

Well, it’s that time again. You know the one, where everyone decides that after 25 years, they’re going to change basically everything about themselves and how they live their lives? Not that I’m cynical or anything. I’m sure this really IS the year you’ll start yoga and veganism, Becky. Not that I can judge, I did spend £40 on a journal in the hopes that it’d fix my life.

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Anyway. To get in the spirit of things, here’s some of my new year resolutions. Now, why am I posting this a week into the year you ask? Well, good question dear sir. I’ve decided to post this now for a few reasons: 1) I haven’t actually had the time to write the past week so this is the first chance I’m getting, and 2) I wanted to try out some resolutions before publicly declaring what they were, so I could scrap the failed ones and pretend I never attempted them 🙂

I don’t expect these to magically transform my life and make it all ‘Ferris Beuler’s Day Off’ parade-scene-like, but maybe it’ll make it a wee bit better. Note: Before you think I’m not attempting much, I’m actually doing lil technique called ‘aim low and avoid disappoint’ that I’ve been perfecting for the past 21 years. See, there’s a difference between simple, and deceptively simple, my friend.

1) Join the gym.

HA, syke. Not gonna set myself up disappointment, am I?

1) Be more positive*.

Does what it says on the tin, really. I’m just going to try to ignore the big ugly clouds, and focus on the nice sparkly lining around it. Like a magpie. ‘Think like a magpie’, hmm, I like the sound of that actually.

*I can confirm that I did try this last week but had to admit defeat after life just pushed me a wee bit too far (cheers world). BUT I will definitely try to keep this up. Gonna keep thinkin’ like a magpie.

2) Make the most of final year

This doesn’t really come into effect until September, which buys me some time. Because I’m on placement, I now have a newfound appreciation for freedom university life. I miss lunch dates and lie ins learning and expanding my mind 🙂 and just having a good damn time. So in final year, I’m just going to ignore the fact that I have finals, a dissertation and £15,000 of debt, and focus on the positives and freedom I have before going back to working full-time. What could possibly go wrong?

Edit: I also need to make the most out of my final year of student discount. The uni fees have basically paid for themselves with the amount I’ve saved. Probably.
3) Seize every opportunity

Gonna carpe the ole’ diem. Basically say ‘yes’ to more (things that I want to do) and ask “why not?” rhetorically. I want to seize opportunities like England seized the 6 counties. All too many times we pass on things that we may never get the chance to do again. Got a friend living abroad? Go visit them. Cheap tickets? Buy ’em. 20% student discount? Fill your boots.
4) Travel more

Because I only had 2 weeks of summer before starting work, I didn’t really get a summer holiday, and haven’t had the same opportunities to go away that I did at uni. So I’m determined to get away every chance I can get. I miss plastering myself in Factor 50 suncream and spending all day searching for shade. I miss having to point at menus and say “I’m not from here” with pleaing eyes and GAA jerseys. I miss getting up at 4am for a 2pm flight and paying £2.80 for a cup of tea. Ah, those were the glory days.
5) Cut down on single use plastics

This is an important one. I want to become more environmentally aware and make more lifestyle changes and swaps to help the Earth. Thankfully, a lot of companies are starting to make changes like swapping to paper alternatives or removing plastic packaging which makes it easier for me to do so. Well what’s the point trying to improve your life if you don’t have a planet to live it on?
6) Think less

Oh how big headed of me. I am the modern day Einstein and I want to be more like the common man. Basically I want to stop overthinking and worrying about things. A simple life is a happy life, there’s no need to scrutinise and analyse every little thing. I just want to be more easy going and laid back about life in general. If it works, it works. And if it doesn’t, well it doesn’t. Build a bridge and get over it. Move on.

7) Wear skirts casually.

I’ve tried this one for the past 3 years and it has never once happened. I’m just going to let it go. Just stick to trousers, Niamh.

7) Blog more

Off to a great start as you can see. I do really enjoy blogging, but I admit when I’m really tired at the end of the day, I sometimes can’t bring myself to write. Last year I’d just type them up on my phone when I’d time to spare, and come up with ideas regularly so that I was never stuck for something to write. But life got in the way and I got out of the habit of it, so I’m going to pick it back up again.

8) Be happppppppy

I don’t care what I’m doing, who it’s with or where it is. As long as I’m happy doing it. This year, I want to be more happy and generally content with myself, my life and my situation, whatever that it. I have no idea where I’ll end up or what I’ll be doing, but I’m determined to just smile and enjoy the ride. If I’m going to have to get old and have wrinkles, they better be laughter lines and not frown ones.

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There ya go, nothing groundbreaking but I think they’re achievable enough anyway. Just don’t check up on me in December to see how I’m getting on with them. Thanks.