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Never Just Objects: Finding Time To Read

Never Just Objects: Finding Time To Read

Over the past month and a half, I’ve been making a serious effort with my book blog, as well as joining the (sometimes intimidating) world of #bookstagram. Every day since early August, I’ve posted pictures of books on Instagram, some of which have taken an hour or two to set up and take. (Others are, of course, much quicker.) Yet in that same period, I’ve also been struggling to find time to read, and the two things aren’t unrelated. Obviously,…

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The Anticipation of Adulthood

The Anticipation of Adulthood

It’s a cliche to say it, but being a new adult is hard. For the last eighteen years, my life has been divided up into education and not-education. Everything was always temporary: I was at school, or I was at home, and sooner or later that would reverse and I’d be at home, or I’d be at school. When I was at uni, the year was divided into term time and non-term time, and I knew that wherever I was…

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The Productivity Trap

The Productivity Trap

Working three days a week means that technically speaking, I have more days off work than days at work. Despite this, I still feel an enormous sense of pressure to get things done on those days off — to hit writing targets, take photos for instagram, write blog posts, run errands, do dance practice… All the things I don’t have the time or energy to do on work days. This is not inherently a problem. I’m pretty sure this kind…

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Part-Time Adulting

Part-Time Adulting

At the start of my final year of university, people often asked me about my plans for life after graduation. At that point, my answer was that I intended to work part-time and live at home, saving money if I could, with a somewhat nebulous idea of what was going to follow after that. My intention to work part time was mostly born of the realisation that my pain and fatigue making working full time difficult if not impossible. During…

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Much Adulting, Very 22, Wow

Much Adulting, Very 22, Wow

I feel like I write one of these posts every year: looking at my life and panicking that it doesn’t match up to some arbitrary standard of maturity. But ageing is weird, and birthdays are weird, and tomorrow I turn 22. 22 on the 22nd. At least it’s a pleasing number. I sort of designated yesterday my birthday, because I have so much work to do tomorrow and I couldn’t do it yesterday because my parents came to visit me,…

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Thoughts On 21

Thoughts On 21

So, 21. That feels weird. In case you somehow missed this fact from (a) previous posts and (b) other social media, today is my birthday. My twenty-first, in fact. It feels like it should be more significant than it is, but as a Brit, there’s nothing you can do at 21 that you couldn’t do at 18, since it’s not like we’re American and it’s the drinking age or anything. Not that I drink, so that wouldn’t be all that…

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Christmas, Adulthood, and Festive Transitions

Christmas, Adulthood, and Festive Transitions

Christmas as a young adult is weird. It starts getting weird in your mid teenage years, I think, although maybe this depends slightly on your family traditions, and whether or not you have siblings (plus, whether they’re older or younger). I’m the youngest of three, so my siblings outgrew many of our childhood traditions some time before I did, although given that we were never a family who believed in Father Christmas, this wasn’t as big a deal as it…

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Mental Illness Is A Sneaky Beast

Mental Illness Is A Sneaky Beast

Sometimes I think I’m managing okay despite my anxiety and depression getting in the way of life. Okay, so I’m not at university, but Cambridge is a stressful place and I’m managing fine apart from that, right? Wrong. Every time I think I’ve got things under control I realise yet another thing has slipped under the radar, so I decided to compile a list of all the ways my mental illness has sneaked up on me recently, making me think…

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Tea-Deprived Existentialism

Tea-Deprived Existentialism

Disclaimer: my knowledge of philosophy has been absorbed purely through osmosis and brief definitions given in English lessons to explain poetic movements. Therefore I might not actually be talking about existentialism. Please don’t feel the need to correct me. It won’t make any difference. So. In five days, I’m going to be nineteen years old. This is mildly terrifying to me. I am a child. I will fight you if you call me a child, but the fact is I…

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Voting For The Emotional Destruction Of Revision

Voting For The Emotional Destruction Of Revision

This week, many things happened. Mostly I use my blog as a soapbox for whatever argument I want to present, or an exploration of something specific, but today I decided, “Nope. I’m going to talk about my life.” So here I am. Though I warn you, it mentions politics. I know, it’s radical. 1. I voted for the first time. I turned eighteen in January, even if I look far younger, and we had two elections on Thursday: the local…

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