Saturday, 25 February 2017

How To Make Change Happen



HOW TO MAKE CHANGE HAPPEN

I wanted to write this post, simply because I want to urge you, dear reader, whoever you are, wherever you are, to do it. And by 'it', I mean whatever it is that scares you. That excites you. That piques your curiosity. That your heart longs for. That you dream about. That you've always wanted to do. That you're afraid of. That you've been meaning to do for some time. That you don't do enough but know you should. Just do it. Don't hold yourself back. 

I want to be your biggest fan and supporter, because I know what a difference it can make when someone believes in your capacity to create change. When someone trusts you that much. When someone says without a shadow of a doubt, or a moments pause, 'you can do it'. And I also want you to know that sometimes, you don't even need that person. All you need is that split second of time when your feelings dim and impulses take over, and the stars seem to align in your mind, soul and heart, and suddenly you realise that you can. And so you do. 

All you need, is a desire to create change and break out your comfort zone, and a desire to overcome whatever it is that's stopping you from doing that. If you have both these things, no matter how small, then I'm telling you right now that you can do that thing. That thing that I hope these words have already conjured into your mind already.

When I was younger, I used to be complacent. Shy. Timid. Scared. Lacking confidence and self-belief. I never associated myself with qualities like brave. Courageous. Fearless. Reckless. Impulsive. Leader. Resilient. Confident. Even when I felt dissatisfaction, and part of me knew I should and could do something about it, I never acted. Instead I stayed exactly where I was, and allowed myself to become enveloped by feelings that I could actually be doing something about. Feelings that I always had active control over, but instead let control me.

I have never been able to pinpoint when this changed. Instead I believe it happened over time, little by little. I started making decisions that created changes to me and my life, even though I didn't consciously recognise this at the time. And soon the changes started getting bigger, because internally I was getting braver. I was dreaming bigger. I was growing in confidence. I was starting to realise how much potential I always had brewing and bubbling away inside of me. 

And once I started to consciously be aware of what I was doing, making these changes became an integral part of my life. And I was always out to better myself. Challenge myself. Push myself one step further. I sought more opportunities. Bigger opportunities. Different opportunities. I started learning how to manage fear as an emotion. It wasn't easy, and even now it gets me. But I've learnt ways to overcome it, embrace it, challenge it, and it normally involves going ahead and doing exactly what it is that I'm afraid of. Biting the bullet, if you will. 

And every time I do that, it amazes me that changing my life can be so simple. The action itself is so easy to do. All that build up and fear over something that is over in a second, and simply requires me to say, write, do, make, be something. All those easy, effortless actions we already do a thousand times over every single day of our lives. It makes you realise that the only thing that ever truly stands in our way, is us. We can blame fate, other people, luck, God, co-incidence, things we think are wrong with us. But the fact of the matter, is at the end of the day, everything comes down to us. It's only you, and you alone, that can be the change you wish to see in the world. And sure you may need a helping hand from other people, and all those other forces at large, but ultimately, you are the gravitational pull. You are the beating heart. It's you. It always is.

There is no magic cure or fix. There is no side door to escape through. There is no sneaky deal you can do on the down low. There is no easy route to follow. There is nothing to hide behind. There is no pill or drug you can take. There is no big secret. The simple way to make change happen, is quite literally to do it. Sitting around wondering, dreaming, hoping, wishing, won't change your life. Crying, shouting, hating yourself, and taking out your feelings on others, won't change your life. Merely saying what you want to do, or writing it down, won't change your life. Succumbing to fear every time it strikes, instead of embracing it and mastering it, if only for a second, won't change your life. Listening to people when they tell you that you can't and shouldn't, also won't change your life.

The other day I watched a very inspiring TED video called 'How To Stop Screwing Yourself Over', and one of the key things I took from it, is that we all have ideas, dreams, fantasies of what we would like to do, or would do if we lived in some magical world where xyz wasn't a problem, or didn't exist. We're always reacting in some way to the world around us, generating those ideas, dreams, possibilities, fantasies, opinions. And that makes every single one of us an inventor, a creative, a dreamer, an optimist. We all get these impulses, those surges of electricity after we see, hear, taste, smell, touch something in this magnificent world. And those impulses are our tools to change the world. Our little infinite source of magic.

The key to using these impulses is simple. You just need to follow them through. Marry them with an action in the following 5 seconds, and capture that impulse before it passes you by. In those 5 seconds, you can do 'it', whatever it may be. You just need to write it down, say those words, press that button, do that action. Take a deep breath, feel the crazy surge of adrenaline, impulsivity, madness, and do it. Because in that moment, you hold that magical power to create change, right there in the palm of your hand. 

And you don't need to worry about what happens next, because one of the most liberating things I've realised about making change happen, is that whatever the result, it is always, always, always a good thing. Whether it works out as you hoped, or you fail and fall flat on your face, you are a winner every single goddamn time. You are never going to lose. Every time you act on an impulse, and you try to make a change, you either change you, or your life, or both. You make a mistake to learn from. You learn something new about yourself or life. You create a different kind of change. Your dream comes true. You finish what you set out to do. You discover something even better. You become a better version of yourself. Every single time. 

It's an incredible thing when you stop to think about it. And the best thing, is that anyone can do it, including you and me. We can always take the driving wheel back from those peculiar fates and forces of life, and decide where we're going to go next. And I'm starting to realise that actually, life is a lot more exciting, meaningful, joyful, fulfilling and magical, when you aren't experiencing it from the passenger seat. So why not be that change you're longing to see in the world? I know you can do it.

Thursday, 23 February 2017

A February Playlist

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A FEBRUARY PLAYLIST

It's that time of month again- music time. I had so much fun compiling my last playlist post, and sharing with you lovely readers all the music I'd found and loved over the last month. So I thought it was time to do another one, and put together a new playlist for February, featuring lots of songs I've been listening to, or have discovered and think are so damn awesome that they need to be heard. Over the month I've re-discovered some old classics (*cough cough* Lighthouse Family *cough cough*), found some really beautiful songs (Star Roving by Slowdive), and somehow found myself developing a love for Japanese ska. I don't even know how that one happened. 

It's a really random bunch of songs, and of course there had to be at least one Take That song in there. I hope you enjoy listening to the playlist, and that you find some little beauties to add to your own collection (and I also hope you have a good old dance along in your bedroom too). 

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001. UP & UP- COLDPLAY
002. YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART- PHIL COLLINS
003. MUSTANG SALLY- WILSON PICKETT
004. STUCK ON THE PUZZLE- ALEX TURNER
005. CHASING CARS- SNOW PATROL
006. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF- JAMIE CULLUM
007. COULD IT BE- WALLFLOWER
008. HIGH- LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY
009. SAFE INSIDE- JAMES ARTHUR
010. AS YOU ARE- RAG'N'BONE MAN
011. RAMBLING MAN- LAURA MARLING
012. WALKING ALONE- TOKYO SKA PARADISE
013. NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK- THE VELVETTES
014. FLOW WITH IT (YOU GOT ME FEELING LIKE)- ST PAUL & THE BROKEN BONES
015. BACK FOR GOOD- TAKE THAT
016. BY YOUR SIDE- THE 1975
017. SO GOOD- ZARA LARSSON FT. TY DOLLA SIGN
019. FIRE THAT BURNS- CIRCA WAVES
020. BELIEVER- IMAGINE DRAGONS
021. BALLAD OF THE DYING MAN- FATHER JOHN MISTY
022. FIRE- JUSTICE
023. ALWAYS SAD- JESUS & THE MARY CHAIN
024. THE SCIENTIST- COLDPLAY
025. HOME IS A FEELING- RIDE
026. STAR ROVING- SLOWDIVE
027. 100 TIMES OVER- CASSIA
028. GOD ONLY KNOWS- BEACH BOYS
029. HOLD ON WE'RE GOING HOME- DRAKE FT. MAJID JORDAN
030. FLAME- SUNDARA KARMA

Monday, 20 February 2017

Vulnerability, Sensitivity and Sarcasm


VULNERABILITY, SENSITIVITY AND SARCASM

When I was growing up, I was known as the sensitive one in the family. Although my Dad once cried at the sight of Kate Middleton in her wedding dress, and Mum would get irritable if I told her that the sauce at dinner needed more salt, I was always the one who had the most hang ups, and seemed to take everything to heart. I didn't know why my family said I was too sensitive. To me, all these feelings were totally normal and logical ways to react and feel. My little brain couldn't understand what I had done to be called such a thing. And it also couldn't figure out how to stop being called sensitive in the first place.

I was touchy, I was emotional, I was dramatic, I was volatile. I was easily wounded, easily hurt. I was clueless about how to respond and placate situations. I couldn't take a joke. I felt afraid and tentative around people. I became a people pleaser. I brooded for far too long, and over-analysed everything in an attempt to yield some kind of meaning. I perceived everything as a personal attack. An attempt to bring me down. An attempt to inflict pain on me. I was too perceptive to what was around me, and could take offence so easily. Whether it be a look, a word, a tone of voice, an action. I genuinely believed that people were out to get me, and I could never understand why. What had I done that was so wrong, and why wouldn't people leave me alone? Why couldn't I just fade into the background, to that sanctuary on the sidelines? 

My misjudged perception meant that my reactions were always too much, or 'extra', as my friend likes to call me. Everything was too strong. I perceived too much. I felt too much. I reacted too much. And I couldn't seem to find a way to reign it all in. I knew that if I could somehow, then I would probably save myself a lot of stress, worry, energy and time. I would also probably be a much more pleasant person to be around. And I would be so much happier too. I had to do something about it, because the hurting was just too much of a weight to carry. The sadness, the soul-searching, the analysing, the negativity I directed towards myself, the frustration and hurt I felt towards the people around me. It was all too much. And now that I was in my late teens, I realised that the time had come to do something about it. So what did I do? I turned to sarcasm. I turned to humour. I turned to laughter.

Turning to humour was something I had done previously. When I was nine, my best friend left to go to another school. Up till then, I had resigned myself to living under her shadow, always being at her beck and call and mercy, following her rules, and doing what she wanted. I was a loyal follower, and I hated it. And then suddenly she left, and for the first time in my life, I felt this incredible, beautiful, life-changing freedom. I was free to be myself. Free to do what I wanted. Free to make my own choices, talk to who I wanted. Free to find who I was. And one of the first things I used my newfound freedom to exercise, was my ability to make people laugh. 

I took great joy from making people smile and laugh, and making myself into 'the funny one'. I liked the way it brought me closer to people. I liked the way it made people accept me, and want to be around me. I liked how it deflected attention away from everything else. I liked the way it made me feel. I liked how it was something that I could control. So when my time of need came again, I turned to humour once more, with sarcasm being my new weapon of choice. Sarcasm is known for being quite a dry, witty, intelligent and almost empty kind of humour. You have to spot the right opportunities to use it. You have to have the insight to manipulate a situation, and turn it into something that will make someone laugh. You have to know how to control your voice, so that your delivery is almost vacant and emotionless. You have to put a layer over your real feelings and almost lie about them. Or on the converse, you're saying the truth but in such a falsified way that the lines blur, and neither you or the other person really knows what lies at the heart of it all.

And I think that distance, suppression, vacancy, wit, deflection, it makes for the perfect mask to hide and protect a sensitive soul. It's the perfect way to avoid real feelings, avoid hurt, avoid being laughed at, avoid feeling inferior, avoid the truth. It's the perfect way to maintain distance. It's the perfect way to feel in control. It's the perfect way to dodge a bullet. It's the perfect way to make people laugh, whilst also letting them know that you're strong, you're intelligent, you're insightful, you're perceptive, your defences are up, and you're not afraid to bite back. It's the perfect way to diffuse tension and awkwardness. And it's the perfect excuse to run and hide.

So whilst finding sarcasm has been something of a blessing, and it has taught me how to defend myself, laugh at myself, make other people laugh, view the world differently, develop self-esteem and self-confidence, forge stronger relationships, and stop being so damn sensitive, sometimes, I think I've gone too far with it. I've overcompensated, and overstepped the mark. I've started to realise that I'm using my sarcasm as a way to protect myself. I've started to realise how instinctively I use it to dodge those bullets. I've started to realise that sometimes I go to far with it, and I can't stop until I feel superior to the person who makes me feel inferior. It's made me bury my feelings right down into a place where I can't even feel them anymore. It's made me numb, reduce and invalidate my feelings. It's a trick to keep people out. It's made me fear being vulnerable, and even forget how to do it. It's a way to prove myself. A way to hide from the truth. A way to pretend, if only for a moment, that I'm not that sensitive, shy, fearful, worried little girl anymore.

But the truth is, I am that sensitive soul still. I am my father's child after all, and he is the most open, loving, kind, generous and affectionate person you could ever hope to meet. That little girl I used to be has never truly gone away. I still encounter her most days, and she is still such a big part of who I am, what I do, the choices I make. I like to think I've moved so far away from her, and become a completely different person in the process. And it's true that I have learnt how to overcome her limitations, and grow as a person. But at the end of the day, that is still me. I am still that person, even when I like to pretend that I'm not. My sarcasm, and my barricades, and my humour, and my actions, they are compensating for and protecting that fragile, sensitive, loving, tentative core of who I am. 

I still feel the pain. I'm still sensitive. I still take things the wrong way. I still feel too much, react too much. I still hurt when I shouldn't. I still perceive other people too strongly. And I think I've learnt to tell myself that all these things are bad. That I shouldn't be like that. But in there I think lies my mistake. It's true that I did need to toughen up, and grow in maturity and grace. Learn how to listen properly to the words people are saying. Learn how to accept feedback. Learn how to reject cruelty. Learn how to love myself, and feel confident in myself. Learn more about how I am, and who I could be. Learn not to take things so seriously, and see the funny side of things. But I didn't need to change or hide away the person I am at the heart of everything. I didn't need to apologise for being me. 

And now, I've come to realise that actually, maybe I need to start re-discovering that side of me again. That beautiful, loving, emotive, compassionate, sensitive, vulnerable, open, giving conglomeration of positive, tentative and sparkling energy that is rooted so deeply in my soul, my DNA, my heart. It's time to welcome her back. I believe it's finally time to go back home.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

The Magical Healing Power of Words



THE MAGICAL HEALING POWER OF WORDS

Earlier on, I was reading a very heart-felt, moving post by the brilliant and beautiful Zoe LDN, in which she talks about the difficulties she has with comparing herself to others. She addresses how it makes her feel with an admirable and heart-breaking honesty, and I think it's so courageous of Zoe to share something so personal with the world. It made for a very thought-provoking read, and it's the reason why I felt the urge to write this post in particular. As I was reading the post, and the comments as well, what struck me most was the use of words. And I don't know, maybe it's because I'm studying Speech & Language Therapy, and so I've learnt quite a hefty bit about communication over the last few years, and now I instinctively pick up on these things. Or maybe it's because I related to lot of what was written, because I've had similar feelings too. But either way, it was the use of language that struck me the most. It just made me feel so sad.

When we communicate with others, we don't always think much about the words we're using, or the way we arrange or emphasise our words, in order to convey a particular message or perspective. The way we express ourselves, from our voice, to our speech sounds, intonation, vocabulary, grammar, to the way we use our communication, it's all so instinctive and unique to us. And if we pay close enough attention, it can tell an awful lot about us. They act like little clues, which, if spotted and put together, will help you find the key to the soul inside. The person at the heart of it all.

For example, let's consider me and my language. I typically use a generous amount of adjectives (eg. beautiful, wonderful, amazing, brilliant- you've seen them all on this blog, and many more too), because I'm quite enthusiastic, I love how the words sound, and I try to see the positives in the world around me. I also use a lot of adverbs, or intensifiers, (eg. so, really, very), because again, I'm quite enthusiastic and dramatic. I sometimes speak a bit too quiet (volume) because I don't always like being the centre of attention. I also substitute my normal words for fancier versions (eg. 'pacify' instead of 'please') because I like they way they sound, and also because I like the way it makes my speech sound like literature (hello The Great Gatsby).

I can be very sarcastic (use of my language). I use verbs like 'wonder', 'imagine',''feel', because I'm quite an empathetic person, I have a big imagination, and I'm quite sensitive too. Sometimes I try and use northern vowel sounds because I have always loved the northern accent (speech sounds). Sometimes when I speak, I'm not always concise or coherent (just like my thought processes). I ask why a lot, because I'm curious and I want to know more. I say I don't know because often I can't make my mind up about things. And I also use a lot of negative words too, like can't, bad, awful, annoying, worst, don't, and shit. And that's because of my difficulty with self-esteem, confidence, and feeling good enough. So as you can see, the way I communicate says an awful lot about who I am.

Whilst I try to put positivity into the world, and it's reflected in a lot of the language I use and the general way I communicate, a lot of what I say, at least initially, is actually quite negative. And for quite a long time, I didn't realise how negative I could be. You too might be surprised by how negative your language is. Even now, I can be negative towards myself or the world, and I don't realise I'm doing it. It's so automatic. I always remember one time in first year, I was feeling quite down one evening, so I wrote out all the feelings I had and labelled them one by one. What came out, were things like stupid, not good enough, I don't deserve to be loved, pathetic, pointless, lonely, worthless. Then I put it away, cried, watched Hannah Montana The Movie, and went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, feeling a lot better and chirpier about life, I went back and read what I'd written the night before, and it surprised me how awful my language was. I was so hurt and saddened by what I had written about myself. I couldn't believe that those were the feelings I had, and that this was how I was referring to myself, this was what I believed about myself. It's the same when I look back at the journals I kept throughout my teenage years. I notice the same kind of words, conveying the same kinds of ideas. The negativity screams out at me, and it really does break my heart. And these kinds of words, that negativity, is what I noticed in Zoe's post, and in some of the comments people left. Things like 'ugly', 'waste of space', 'faults', 'hate my reflection', and confirmations of these statements too.

Whether it's a bad day, week, month, year, entering the negative head space often conjures up this kind of language and use of language, and the impact it takes on our souls, emotions and well being, is always the same. And whilst you're stuck in that head space, it's easy to churn it out the negativity by the bucket load. Of course it's natural to convert how you feel inside, into something more concise, like a word. Turn those abstract feelings into something more concrete, something you can express, should you wish to. But when you hear the negativity repeated enough times, whether out loud or in your mind, the problem is you start to believe it, whether consciously or sub-consciously. Sometimes I don't think we realise the power our language can have on our thoughts, and the way we view both the world and ourselves. Language is very emotive and personal, and that's what makes it so powerful.

If I am in negative mode, and my language takes a negative turn, the inner voice that vocalises all my thoughts changes. So if I look at a sky filled with clouds, I think 'grey, rain, wet feet, why don't I wear appropriate footwear, cold, dreary, not again, now I'm going to have to get my brolly out, hate Manchester'. When I get home, I might start complaining to my housemate, and externalising the negative language inside my head. And consequently, my mood changes as a result, and I become more perceptive to other negative things I may encounter. And my housemate's mood might change too. My words might seep into her thought processes, and so the negativity spreads.

On the converse, even if I am feeling a bit negative, if I choose to make my language positive,  something else happens. I look at a sky filled with clouds, and I think 'the shape of those clouds is so pretty, it will pass, I love rainy days, oh Manchester, I think I can see some blue on the horizon, there's a blue sky above all these clouds, I can't wait for summer'. My inner voice changes, and because I am choosing to frame my world with positive language, it changes the way I think and feel. And that then changes my actions. So when I go home, I appreciate being warm and dry, and that nice, hot cup of tea. I look at my wet face and frizzy hair and I laugh. I feel like talking and laughing with my housemates. I automatically externalise my positivity. And so the mood spreads.

I think words can be our most powerful and important tools.They really do have the capacity to change you and your life, and in the most simplest of ways too. They are the one form of magic that we all possess. I know that the reason why my confidence, well being, relationships, life, attitude, perspective, way I treat other people, and self-esteem have all improved in the last few years, is because I have learnt how to think and speak positively. Now I'm not saying I manage it all the time. That negative inner voice is a feisty pain in the arse, and I don't think it ever truly goes away. But I really do believe that we can dim it, and we can challenge it, and we can overcome it. And we can will the things we want to happen in our lives. We can encourage positivity, happiness and love into our lives. We just need to know how, and I think language is the answer.

Whether you write down what you want to achieve in a certain amount of time. The dreams you want to pursue. The things you love about yourself and which make you a good person. Whether you tell someone your fears, and someone counteracts it by giving you love in return, and telling you things will be okay. Stick millions of positive quotes on your bedroom walls. Listen to that pick me-up, feel-good song which always sends your mood sky-high. Sing all your favourite songs out loud, and don't worry if people can hear. Call someone and ask them how their day has been, and really listen to the words they say. Tell someone you love and appreciate them.Tell someone else what your favourite thing about them is. Tell the people you care about, just how much they mean to you. Tell your friend that you love their outfit, their make-up, their hair. Pay a complement to a stranger. Talk to the person waiting next to you at the bus stop or the queue. Wish the cashier at the till a nice day. Say thank you to the waiter when they serve your food.

Look at the world around you and notice all the little wonderful things that you might normally overlook. Label them, comment on them. Think in positive adjectives. Think positive things about the people you pass by, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Try see the beauty and positive in every situation (there is always, always a positive), and say it out loud. When you look in the mirror, notice the little things that make you who you are, and tell yourself that you're perfect, that you're good enough, that you're beautiful. Thank your body for working so bloody hard to keep you alive. Put the CD on in your mind that says: 'you can', 'you will', 'it's okay', 'it will be okay', 'I'm almost there', 'try again', 'keep going', 'this will make me stronger', 'give it time'. If someone keeps spouting negativity and sending it your way, turn their words into positives, and if that still doesn't work, remember that whilst words are powerful, we are more powerful still, and we can simply choose not to let words hurt us.

And finally, one of the best, and most healing things I've found works, is this: telling yourself I love you. Somehow, that is always enough.

Saturday, 11 February 2017

Little IUDEA

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LITTLE IUDEA

I've been meaning to write about these little beauties for a while now. Produced by the independent business Little IUDEA, these wooden boxes are handmade and contain a thoughtful, inspiring, meaningful and creative piece of 3D art, designed to make you think and smile. Most have accompanying quotes that address an important and simple aspect of life, and the most beautiful, intricate, accompanying scene to go with it. Little people occupying their own fragment of the world, and embodying those guiding words of wisdom. 

The name of the business, Little IUDEA, also has an equally lovely message behind it. On the one hand, it refers to the tourist name for the old capital of Thailand, a place where art, culture and happiness existed blissfully, hand in hand, and also where one of the business co-founders is from. And on the other hand, it refers to putting a 'u', or 'you', alongside the 'I' in 'idea'. It's so very sweet. Looking at these little pieces of artwork, you can't help but wonder why no-one has ever thought to create something like this before. To me anyway, they're just ingenious, and I love everything about them, from the way they look, to what they represent, and the thought and detail embedded in every single one. 

I first came across Little IUDEA back in December, when they had a stall at the Christmas Market inside Foyle's Bookstore. It really was love at first sight, but at the time I just couldn't justify spending £35 on my own little box, plus I couldn't even begin to decide which one to choose! But I wrote the name down, and I'm hoping to buy one for my 21st birthday, as a little treat. Usually, Little IUDEA can be found at Spitalfields Market in East London, every Saturday and Sunday, and you can also found out more about them via their Facebook too.

They're just the most thoughtful, beautiful, endearing little things, and they make for the most perfect gifts to give loved ones too. I've included a selection of my favourites below. All photos are taken from Little IUDEA's Facebook page, and all are almost guaranteed to make you swoon with sweetness and love.

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LITTLE BOXES OF HAPPINESS


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Thursday, 9 February 2017

The Edge of Seventeen

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THE EDGE OF SEVENTEEN

At the weekend I was making some bread rolls in the kitchen, as you do, and I decided to put a film on, because kneading dough is both fun and also rather repetitive (boring). After some deliberation, I decided on The Edge of Seventeen, a film I had come across a couple of times before but written off as 'something that I can't watch at 20 years old because it's a film that Tasha from the ages of 13-19 would have watched, and I should be watching more grown up films like Revolutionary Road and Sophie's Choice'. But I realised I was being a bit judgemental, and I also knew that really, deep down, I still have such a big soft spot for those teenage, coming-of-age films. And I mean, I've only been 20 for nine months now, so technically I can still pretend I'm a teenager, right? After all, I still know the lyrics to every Jonas Brothers song off by heart and currently have a giant spot forming on my chin. So you know, some things don't change.

Now I'm not going to lie here, although I did give myself a 'you go girl' pass and allowed myself to watch this film, I naturally thought The Edge of Seventeen was going to be mediocre at best, even if it is named after the incredible Stevie Nicks song of the same name. I often feel like coming of age films, or more like those made in the last decade or so, seem to be quite cliche, predictable and superficial, and whilst they make an entertaining, feel good and lighthearted 90 minute watch, and of course the nostalgia is fab, these films often don't give you much in return for your time. Though if wanting to go back to being a 13 year old is considered something in return, when life was about being seen in the right places in town on Saturday, stressing over spots on your face, trying to keep up with the newest text lingo, sending songs via Bluetooth and talking about the boy you fancied, then I guess most coming-of-age film's achieve that pretty well. But whilst it can be nice to re-visit teenage me, sometimes I want a coming of age film to leave me feeling something more (eg. like how I felt the first time I watched The Breakfast Club, which was not a lot of words but an awful lot of feelings).

I'm very pleased to say my cynicism was proven wrong, and it was proven wrong within the first five minutes of the film, when seventeen year old protagonist Nadine (Hailee Steinfeld), marches into her History teacher Mr Bruner's (Woody Harrelson) empty class, just as he's about to tuck into his lunch, and demands he help her because she wants to kill herself. I actually had to stop kneading my dough because I was so engrossed. Now the reason I say that particular scene proved me wrong, is because as soon as it unfolded, I knew instantly that this was a film seeking to approach the coming-of-age genre from a different perspective. That scene alone was so honest, bold, relatable, emotive, comedic and captivating, and it set the tone for the rest of the film both perfectly and poignantly.

The overarching story that guides The Edge of Seventeen is Nadine's difficulty with navigating a particularly stressful, emotional and testing period of her life, when it seems like everything is going wrong. Her past has caught up with her, her present has become something alienating and unfamiliar, and her future seems like a blank, empty space. We see Nadine's fraught family relations, and pursuit of love, acceptance, friendship, and purpose, all of which are punctuated by a wealth of naive mistakes and ill-thought out actions, and underpinned by vulnerable emotional fragility. It makes for an intriguing and captivating story that feels so honest and truthful, and because Nadine's life is far from perfect, with the hands of fate dealing her and her family some devastating blows, we believe in her and her story so wholly because it feels so real. 

Whilst Nadine's immaturity, emotional volatility, warped logic and loss of identity sometimes make her into a character we dislike and lament, you still can't help but love, root and sympathise for her so wholeheartedly. Maybe it's because I am 20, and I have the benefit of hindsight, but I look at Nadine and it reminds of me when I was a teenager. In every action, word, thought, face expression, I see myself. I understand the awkwardness, the struggle, the unpredictable emotions, the difficulty with thinking straight and making sense of the world around you, feeling like the world is out to get you, the mistakes you make without even realising or meaning to, the loneliness, how sometimes you become a version of you that you don't really like. And it makes me both sympathise and empathise with Nadine. I want to reach out through the screen and tell her that I understand, that used to be me, and in a way, watching someone else go through their rite of passage helps me to feel more at peace with my own. It wasn't just me who used to start arguments at 7:30 in the morning because Dad didn't buy lettuce for me to put in my sandwich. 

Hailee Steinfeld plays the character of Nadine so brilliantly, almost as though she's translated a part of herself into Nadine, encompassing her so fully, and exuding real emotion and meaning into every action and word Nadine executes. Hailee so easily carries the weight of the film, as is she well supported by her fellow actors, including Woody Harrelson, Kyra Sedgwick, Haley Lu Richardson, Hayden Szeto and Blake Jenner. In particular, her rapport with Woody Harrelson is just dazzling to see, with the two continuously embroiled in an affectionate exchange of sarcasm, cynicism, empathy and companionship. It makes for a very endearing and moving watch. 

Although The Edge of Seventeen has its moments of predictability, it never quite falls into the traps and pitfalls, ever faithful to its aim of depicting that real, messy, disjointed, rollercoaster, maddening and wonderful version of life that we all know so very well. Carried by an excellent group of actors, it is a affecting and honest film that will make you laugh, cry, reminisce, feel, and wish you could have just even a tenth of Hailee Steinfeld's magnificent acting ability.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Trying To Be More Open


TRYING TO BE MORE OPEN

The other day, I realised that I am a bit of a coward when it comes to love. Whilst I have my reasons for why I haven't done things, and I know they are valid, deep down, I know that I am guilty of using these reasons to mask the fact that actually, I'm afraid. I'm scared. I'm clueless. And I would rather keep pretending and hiding and shying away, instead of doing something about it. I often think that by making the choices I have done, and not doing things because it's not the right time, person, etc., I am doing the right thing. And that makes me someone to be admired, because I'm sticking to what I want to do, and doing things my own way, so much so that I'm waiting for Destiny's Child to holla at me for being the independent woman they celebrate so much. Yet when it becomes apparent that the underlying reasons for my decisions have stronger origins in fear, instead of strength, confidence, and assuredness, I actually start to feel a bit like a fraud.

If it seems that someone might like me, it usually makes me feel a bit chuffed, but predominantly, it makes me feel uncomfortable, sometimes even irritable. It causes me to pull away. I become introverted and distanced. I start looking for flaws that will give me a reason to run. I get inexplicably annoyed at the person when they haven't even done anything wrong. And it's all just me finding reasons to justify the way I am telling myself to feel. 'He keeps standing next to me' equates to clingy. 'He keeps looking at me' equates to creepy. 'He's blushing when he talks to me' equates to overly-sensitive. Granted, sometimes these things really are the case, but most of the time, the way I react is unjustified, judgemental, silly and a little bit cruel, and I do it so automatically that it is only very recently that I even realised I do it. It makes me wonder how I appear to people, particularly when I'm trying so hard to disconnect my inner and outer beings, so as not to give away how I feel inside.

And if by chance I'm not feeling these feelings, then on the converse, I become paralysed by emotion, and I can't reach out to close the distance. I'm scared of what will follow if I do. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm scared of being impulsive and reckless, and hurting someone else as a result. I want to be sure before I do anything, but the problem is that I never am. There's always the 'what if' in the back of my mind. I'm scared of finding myself in a situation that I don't know how to get out of. I'm worried about what other people will say. And I think at the heart of the it all, I'm scared of letting someone else into my life, and I'm scared of letting them love me.

When I'm going out somewhere, and I try to make myself look nice, and I look in the mirror and feel beautiful, that all changes as soon as I step out the door. I immediately begin to feel self-conscious and self-depreciating, because I don't expect anyone to actually find me attractive, and if they do, I have no idea what to do with that. It surprises me that someone could feel that way, and again, I reject it because it scares me to think of that 'what if', and what could be. I can't seem to take that compliment at face value. I can't graciously accept it. And I definitely can't let it progress into something else.

I ask myself why all the time. Why do you put yourself on the sidelines? Why do you resist love and affection? Why do you reject it? Why are you so afraid? Why is it so hard for you to accept that someone could love you? Why is it so hard for you to let someone in? Why do you believe that love is only something that should happen to other people, and never to you? Why shouldn't it happen to you? It's no wonder I'm doing a scientific degree, what with all these incessant questions that I sometimes don't have the answers for. 

I always like to think I know what's right for me. My Mum said that by the age of 3, she knew I was a very stubborn and strong-minded little madam, and I don't think that's changed much over the years. Whilst that quality is beneficial for many reasons, it is also a very limiting quality to have too. It's also kind of scary when life starts sending curveballs my way, and I realise that actually, I might not know what's right for me. What I want, and think I need, is not so. When it comes to love, I'm insistent on finding someone who I can see myself building a future with. Someone who I can easily see in my life. Someone older. Someone wiser. Someone who brings into my life everything that I'm missing. Someone I trust completely and who I feel totally at ease with. Someone who will justify the wait. Someone who has that something special about them. 

When I read all that back, it makes me realise how many people I exclude without even giving them a chance. It makes me realise how unrealistic my expectations are, because no-one can be all of this for me, and to expect them to be all of this, is actually kind of selfish. I realise how this criteria makes it so easy for me to shut people out. And I realise all the other things that I am missing. All those other wonderful things that people could bring and do bring to my life, but I choose to overlook. All those amazing things that make them who they are, and makes them a valued, unique and awesome individual. It also makes me question why I want these things, and why I want that certainty, but I guess it's because like most things, I don't cope with the unknown very well.

One of the most important things I've learnt over the last few years, is that people surprise you. You just can't call who is right for you and who isn't. Who would make a good friend and who wouldn't. Who would be the best partner and who wouldn't. Who would you get on best with, and who would drive you up the wall. What I keep coming back to, is that it's often the people you least expect to forge a good relationship with, that always seem to be the ones with whom you have the very best relationships. Isn't that funny? It makes me wonder why I always seem to forget that, and how different my life could be if I didn't. What could my life be like, if I started letting people in, giving them a chance, and then seeing where we could go together? What if I stopped having expectations, and instead let people surprise me? What if I just let go, and let myself be carried along on the wonderful breeze of life, having faith that it would take me wherever I needed to go?

Far too often, I look at the people who are trying their best to let love into their lives, and I pity them for it. I strive to be the opposite. Independent. Self-sufficient. Distant. Guarded. And I think I'm doing the right thing. I think I'm doing something really good. Now, I realise that I have got it wrong. I am the one who should be pitied, because I am the one who can't let love into her life. I am the one who doesn't know how to love another person. I am the one who doesn't know what it's like to be loved. So truthfully, I think I envy those people I try to distance myself from, and I try to be the opposite of them because I'm scared to be like them. In fact, I greatly admire their ability to open their arms to love, embrace it, and let it into their lives. I would like to be more like that.

And it's strange, because usually, by the end of these long, rambling posts, I seem to talk myself into an answer. Usually, I would know how to be that person. I would know what to do next. Yet instead, I find myself with no answers, and a better understanding of myself and why I do the things I do. Even though I'm not sure how to start putting things right, being aware of your faults is one of the first steps in making change happen, right? And funnily enough, I feel better already. I feel like I've accepted my faults, and that now is the right time to finally do something about them. I can't pinpoint my destination for certain, and I'm not sure how I'm going to get there either, but I do feel like I'm heading in the right direction. And I think that's a pretty good place to start.
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