Friday, 3 August 2018

Mindful Melody at The Manhattan















A few photos from our social action project

All my love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 27 July 2018

Mindful Melody- Our Social Action Project


 Hello! I’m Marti and I’m part of a team of young people currently taking part in the nationally accredited NCS - National Citizen Service programme, lead by Flying Futures. We have previously taken part in a survival camp (which taught us patience, if nothing else), as well as a stay at Harrogate Ladies' College, where we developed our social skills. The programme has helped us grow in unimaginable ways and taught us skills, such as how to survive in the elements with nothing, which we would never learn in school. Through Young Enterprise workshops and inspirational talks by social entrepreneurs, we believe we have learned what it takes to positively impact our local community of Harrogate, North Yorkshire.


After asking members of the public what they believed was the most important issue in the community, we concluded that mental health issues deserved our utmost attention. Throughout the next week, our team will be planning and take part in a fundraiser for Harrogate Mind. Having such a broad topic as a focus area has left lots of room for research and the need to educate ourselves on the issues those with mental illness face. This has been challenging, especially when your day consists of sending twenty emails and making even more phone calls! Our team have been so self-motivated, and are lead by an awesome team leader who is always going the extra mile for us. We’ve had lots of obstacles to overcome as a group, such as conflicting opinions and clashing characters, but have always overcome them knowing that our differences make our team even stronger.
We have been so overwhelmed by the generosity that has come our way and the number of times our requests have been accepted by the community. It’s proved to us that people are passionate about mental health and truly believe in the young generation of today- even if it sometimes doesn’t feel like it! We’ve had raffle donations from big brand names and have even been encouraged by the local police force! Our Facebook page has been steadily growing each day, reaching fifty likes after twenty-four hours, and eighty the next day. Mental health is an issue that affects all of us, either directly or indirectly, which is proven through the endless support we have received.
On Thursday morning, we were invited to a breakfast with Mind, Harrogate. To say that we were impacted by what we saw and what was said to us is a huge understatement. There was such a loving and relaxed atmosphere around the centre and the people there, and though many of them were suffering through personal battles, they were armed with so much strength, and willingness, allowing them to share their stories. Despite this, the visit wasn’t easy. I spoke to one man who shared his story of mental instability disorder with the most beautiful vulnerability. He smiled as he told us that he loves life and wouldn’t change his past for the world. I spoke to another man who told me that he liked magic, On the Buses and Barbara Windsor. I then got up to approach a woman sat alone looking lonely. I didn’t know whether she wanted company or whether she wanted to be alone but figured that the worst that could happen was rejection. As I told a worker at the centre later: I didn’t realise how much that rejection would hurt.
As soon as I reached her side and said ‘hello’, she picked up her plate and stormed past me. She put her plate on the side counter and sat on a sofa, muttering about me. I was hurt. I knew that her actions were no reflection of me, but I could feel her pain inside me. To feel so threatened and upset when others approach you is a circumstance I can only imagine. I can merely imagine the inner pain she was facing. I went outside and prayed for that woman. I think being so highly sensitive was a struggle in a facility where others are struggling, but it made me feel so grateful for my own health. The man I originally spoke to came and sat next to me later and spoke the most truth I have ever heard. He told me that it was bound to be a shock coming to a place like this with no prior experience and that we were doing a good thing.
Our team is planning a number of fundraiser activities next week, including a live music event, talks by users of mental health facilities, a ‘Positive Mental Attitude’ wall, as well as a raffle and more voluntary work with Harrogate Mind. We’re hoping to raise funds to help refurbish a quiet space where members can take time out to talk and invest in facilities for their choir and art group. The people who use Mind drop in all seemed so grateful to have the facility and not one negative word was uttered about it. The project is based entirely on goodwill and donations, with no budget for materials. We are so honoured to have a line up of five bands who have agreed to play free of charge in aid of Mind and to have been encouraged by the local community. It would mean the world to the team and me for anyone reading to spread the message and share awareness of our Facebook page, where details of the event will be held. We are in need of technical equipment so that our bands can perform, as well as publicity.
Any help would mean the universe to us, and help us on our mission to lift the stigma from mental health!
Thank you very much for reading,
Marti Stelling


Logistics and planning :)

Friday, 13 July 2018

My experience of NCS Phase 1

Team Goose Green Red- from the top left: Ella, Alex, Ewan, Hugh, Ben, Lauren, Megha, Saskia, myself, Sarah, Charlotte, and Sunny. Also, Grace and Adam not pictured.

I LOVED my first week of NCS. I'm going to start on that note so that you'll understand the tone of my writing. There were a lot of challenges. We were all pushed so far out of our comfort zones that we didn't recognize ourselves. It was wonderful

I first met my group on Monday morning before heading to the camp. I struggled with my suitcase through the carpark and met my first two teammates. Sunny, our group leader, introduced herself, then I met Saskia and Adam, who isn't pictured. Our team bonded instantly and I still believe to this day that we have the best team. Before getting on the bus we did loads of team building games which was a welcomed substitute to the standard 'tell me about yourself' conversation. After squeezing our luggage onto the coach, we got to know each other a lot better. Though we all had very similar personalities, there was also so much to learn about each other. We're from all over the world, from Saudi Arabia to Canada, to Ireland to Australia and Scotland to Norway! I loved seeing the small differences between us all and learning what each person was interested in. We quickly got used to our differences and learned to accept and grow from each other. Nonetheless, calling courgette zucchini and flip flops thongs still makes no sense haha!

We were staying at Canberra Farm in Doncaster, which is spookily squeezed between two prisons. As soon as we got there, we were given a mess tin and told to look after it for the week. Our first meal was soup, which we were given with no cutlery. As it happens, we were expected to bring our own even though it wasn't on the itinerary. I think you can imagine how funny it was seeing about one hundred people try eating soup from a mess tin sans spoon. It's the little memories that stick. Thankfully, we were able to loan a spoon and fork from the tuck shop for a pound and found every other meal a lot easier! After the challenge of setting up our army tents and unpacking, we had a barbeque for tea. In the evening, we had time with our group which NCS calls 'reflection', which is honestly one of my favorite parts. I adore my team and love having a laugh with them. We had to share what we enjoyed and what we found challenging during the day, which we unanimously agreed was soup without a spoon and meeting new people! 

I shared my tent with some of the girls from my group, which meant we grew even closer. I have so many memories of huddling in the tent and laughing until we were blue in the face (granted it was also very cold!) which I know I won't be forgetting. Despite the other groups being noisy, I slept straight away and was awake early enough to make breakfast in time. We sat with our group for meals and always had a little banter while we were there. I still believe that mess tins make baked beans taste better. After washing our tins, which is more difficult than it sounds in lukewarm water, we were told that we were the going to be the first team to face the survival camp. This was definitely the most challenging aspect of the week, but also the most humbling. We were told to only bring water and a waterproof jacket with us, leaving everything else behind. Camp Cammando was only a short walk away, which made staying there even more challenging. 

Our instructors were ex-military and knew what it meant to survive in the elements. Our toilet was a bucket in a tent and our only shelter was a single sheet we tied to some trees. Though all of us struggled to cope with the extremity, we knew some people had to live that way for months at a time. At least ours was only twenty-four hours. We built a fire and kept it going through the night and lay ferns on the ground to sleep on. There are so many skills that I've picked up from that day and hold close to me still. The biggest challenge was the hunger that came with having no food until six-ish and even then it was an onion, a carrot and a vegetable stock cube to go around the whole group. It took a long time to cook over the fire, but I can honestly vouch for the fact that being so hungry made it the best meal I've ever eaten. We also had no knife to cut the vegetables, so Kira and I made do with the edge of a spoon. Everybody took to the challenge differently, especially the boys. Some refused to eat it, while others gave up their portion out of kindness so that we got a slightly larger portion. Gentlemen still exist ladies :)

We went fishing using a stick with a hook attached, which I managed to get stuck in my finger, of course. None of us got very much sleep that night and most really struggled with the smoke. Breakfast on Canberra Farm tasted the best the next morning and our next activity seemed a lot less challenging. We had a four-mile walk to Hatfield Activity Centre where we went canoeing and raft-building. We managed not to capsize once and worked as a team to complete each challenge. The following day was a navigation trail around the nature reserve and used D of E style maps to find each clue. Our instructor was one of the most inspirational men I've ever met and told us the story of how he lost his leg when he was in the army. It was turned into a film called Kajaki, which I'm excited if a little nervous to watch. We used walkie-talkies to communicate with the instructors, which was hilarious when one group *accidentally* played Highway to Hell and tuned into a Russian radio channel.

The last day consisted of an army-style assault course where we crawled under netting and pulled a land rover by a rope. Six of us had to eat maggots and were blindfolded while others directed us over hay-bales with a mess tin full of water. Through each and every challenge, I loved my first week of NCS and can't wait to start phase two on Monday. Goose Green Red was awarded the Elite Platoon, quite deservingly to be honest. I am so, so proud of my team and know we will ace the rest of the programme. If you're thinking of signing up for NCS, I would definitely recommend just going for it. The people you meet will become amazing friends and the lessons you learn will stay with you for a long, long time. I'd also recommend the survival programme, purely for how unique the experience is.

Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 29 June 2018

Bye, bye year eleven!


Yes now Berland
To be completely honest with you: it's only just set in how much I'm going to miss school. There were so many rules and procedures that drove me to hate school a lot of the time, but I also met some people that I struggled saying goodbye to. As I write this, it's Friday night, and our prom was yesterday. I'm trying not to cry. Our last day was terrible. It lead me to believe that I would never want to go back again. We were ushered out of school straight after our last exam on the 15th of June, without having said goodbye to anyone or sign shirts. It just felt like they were finished with us. Bye, bye year eleven! But, now I feel different. Our prom was beautiful, and everybody was relaxed (and gorgeous!!). We had a chance to reminisce on old memories and talk to the teachers we hadn't seen in two weeks. Bearing in mind I had some teachers for multiple hours a day, everyday, it meant a lot. 


I saw a different side to the teachers I didn't think I had a lot in common with. They genuinely wanted to know what I'd been upto, what I had planned, and told me how nice I looked. It meant so much. The thing that made me the most teary-eyed was knowing that two of my teachers had voted me for Prom Queen. These were teachers who truly knew me for who I am. There's no amount of makeup, or jewelry or coats of nail polish that could change that, which shows that true beauty comes from inside. Letting go of people is probably the thing I struggle with most. It's something I'm learning, but these teachers sure haven't made it easy haha!













  

 

I've left year eleven with so many beautiful memories and know that even if I never see these people again, they will have a place in my heart forever. I am so, so grateful to have left school feeling content, if a little nostalgic, knowing that I can tell my kids that YES, they do have to go to prom :))

Wishing you all a long and happy summer holidays,
Marti xxx

P.S.Big shout out to all my friends, teachers and classmates, especially Charlotte H, Ebony, Harriett, Shannon, Charlotte L, Lisa, Serena, Ms Villkhu, Miss Firth, Mr Berland, Mrs Barrett, and Ethan (my prom date ;)) 

Friday, 22 June 2018

Filey Seafront

"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more."
-Lord Byron 




A few pictures from Sunday :)
All my love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 15 June 2018

What's new with you?

I'm hoping that as I start typing, things will start to unravel and form some sort of sense. I'm counting on it, but I'm not sure how confident I feel in my ability to string a sentence together. Here goes...

Man, things have been crazy. I've just finished my GCSEs, which I am so,so grateful to be over. I've been sitting mocks since I started year eleven in September, and have gotten used to spending any free time doing revision. I've gotten to the point where I've almost forgotten what I like doing haha. I had routine, and it worked. It's strange breaking it, but it's also one of the most liberating things in the world. It's crazy to be able to do things without worrying about many equations I can remember. I like it a lot. 

Things have been so hectic that I can't even remember if I told you that I'm starting an apprenticeship in August. I applied in January and was offered training at a travel agent after two interviews. I'm very excited but also a little scared. My prom is next Thursday, and my sister's graduation is soon afterwards. I'm taking my little bro for McDonalds :) My cat keeps stalking my hamster, which is terrifying, but I'm hoping they'll make friends. I'm still working at the stationery shop until I start at the travel agent, as well as volunteering at the library and museums. I'm really hoping that I'll still be able to keep my blog updated, even if it's just a little word vomit every few weeks. I just feel like everything's happening so fast, and even if it's leaving me a little windswept, it's exciting. 

I'm in the process of writing some better quality posts, but here's a little fill in :)
Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 25 May 2018

Exam season

A little poem about exams :)


Over eating,
Evening sleeping,
Lesson cramming,
Summer planning,
Early morning,
Chain-yawning, 
Cancelled plans,
Inked up hands, 
Hushing teachers,
Over-sleepers,
Emptied pockets,
Unwrapped lockets,
Snapping pencils,
Abusing stencils,
Plastic seats,
Funny tweets,
Wonky tables,
Torn up labels.
Months of waiting,
Confidence flaking,
Just a number,
Worth it...I wonder?

Hope you enjoy the unnecessary picture from Padstow :)
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 18 May 2018

"You can't really love them"

I feel as though the way I perceive the word love is different to the way a lot of other people perceive love.

I say that I love people a lot. I say that I love my family, I say that I love my friends, I say that I love people who make me smile; man, I even say that I love people I hardly know at all.

Does that take away from my meaning? Not at all. I believe that to be so loving is a quality that so many people are missing. I'm told so often that I can't love people without knowing them, but I ask them why not? The world is so full of anger and hatred; why shouldn't I fill a little of it with love? To love somebody doesn't mean that you are totally in love with everything about them. It simply means that you see them for who they really are. You see their true, inner goodness and are infatuated with that.

Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 11 May 2018

If I was starting highschool again

I was talking to one of my little friends earlier (love you lots, Lysi) and she told me that she wanted to do more. This made me smile. It got me thinking about my younger self and what I would do differently if I could turn back time. I love the way things have turned out, and strongly believe that every decision I made along the way contributed to the place I am now. However, for the sake of this post, I am going to ignore that and tell you straight from the heart how I would approach the first few years of secondary school now that I'm a few weeks off finishing. 
  1. I would sign up to every extra-curricular activity the school was offering. Netball? Samba? Science? I would sign up to each and every one. I think that when I was in my first year, I was convinced that everybody already knew how to do these things and that I would look silly. That is not true in the slightest, and even if it is; you're going to make some pretty groovy friends in the process!
  2. I would learn to play an instrument. Pretty similar to point one, and something I wish I did when I didn't have the commitment of exams
  3. I'd keep up with the swimming lessons. Galas seemed lit ;)
  4. I'd join youth groups outside of school. I had no idea how many there were, and am I strong believer in making friends in all kinds of places
  5. I'd not put too much pressure on myself to make close friends. Friendships grow with time, and you're not doing anything wrong if somebody doesn't call you their best friend. 
  6. I'd relax. Life is good and nothing matters as much as you think it does :)
All my love, 
Elder Marti :p xxx


Friday, 4 May 2018

We're not the same

A quick heads up- this is going to be a very quick post and I'm not sure how much sense it will make. I just need to get some things out of my head and hey, where better to share them? :) Pretty sure I took this pic on the way to Calais when everybody else was sleeping on the French trip in case you're wondering :p

I feel like I learn so much every day. Looking back on the person I was last month, last week or even yesterday is just so strange. It blows my mind how much we grow and develop
 as people in such a short space of time, but I digress. 

Last week, the main thing I picked up on was how different we all are. I'm doing NCS this July, which I'm super excited about. A lot of people don't understand why. They don't see why I'd want to spend my summer camping with strangers. To me: it's an adventure. Sure, it's scary, but that's what makes me even more excited. One of my friends said that he doesn't want to do it because he won't know anyone. I said to him that we'd make loads of friends. This is where I think our views differ significantly. He told me it takes years to make a friend. I was puzzled. 

I told him about a camp I went on a few years ago. We were camping in Durham, and I didn't know all that many people. After a long coach trip, I was told that I was in a tent with two other girls. One of which I knew from other camps and the other I'd never met. It took one night  for us to become friends. We fell asleep wrapped up in sleeping bags next to each other and all woke up hugging for warmth. That's the kind of friendship that just happens, and I know that there is a reason for it. I'm not in contact with either of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories with them. Friends aren't always going to be with you for life, but they'll be a part of it. And that's what matters.

That's just the way I see things, but again, I've realised how different we all are. That's the beauty of things :)
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx


Friday, 27 April 2018

'Shoving your faith down someone's throat'

I find this concept interesting. 
It's something that so many people are passionate about, and by passionate I mean angry. It's one of the reasons why I sometimes bite my tongue in situations where faith comes up- simply because I don't want to argue with somebody over something so close to my heart.

My faith is something that has been shaped massively by outside influences. Does this mean that other people have shoved their views down my throat? A little, sometimes. Do I resent them for it? Not even in the slightest.

A massive part of religion involves sharing the word with others. It's so important, for people of that religion, that other people have the opportunity to have a relationship with their God. Christians, for example, believe that God craves this relationship with others, and asks us to communicate this with others. I think this is where the misconception comes from.

I was in Leeds a little while ago with one of my friends and we saw a man wearing a sandwich board that read: 'Trust in Jesus Christ and you will be saved'. That man could either have been wearing the board because he'd been paid to spread the message, or because he truly believed it. Either way, the intention this beautiful. 

I can imagine that the man got a negative reaction from a lot of people, which I completely understand. I often feel overwhelmed when I'm approached by people of other religions who want to share their word with me. Next time this happens to you, I ask you to approach the situation with an open mind. These people are not trying to shove their faith down your throat, they are loving you and want you to be saved. Whether you agree with them or not, be just and let them speak. I think that's a message we can all carry forward.

Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 20 April 2018

School isn't everything

We are not robots. Our sole purpose is not to churn out grades. 

There is so much pressure on us to do well at school. So much. I often find myself wondering why the system is still the way it is and why the education system leaves me feeling so unhappy. The truth is that we have so much more substance than numbers. Our value should not be purely based on our academic ability and we should be allowed to have a life outside of school. This is something that I have a huge opinion on. Teachers tell us that when exams roll around, we must drop any other activities. Friends of mine tell me that they're not starting a job, or starting something they love until after exams. It makes me feel so sad. 

If any other community, say the places I volunteer at, told me to drop all other activities so that I can focus solely on that, everyone would be outraged. School should be no different. I am motivated to do my best in my exams. I will revise and put every piece of effort I have into them, but I will not be asked to put them ahead of everything else. A sheet of paper with some letters and numbers on will not benefit me any more than expanding my faith will, than learning to be kinder to others will, than spending time with others will.

School, you have some thought to put into your system. How about we all take a GCSE in kindness, morality and communication huh? 

Not all of us were made to tell you how to use the cosine rule.

Lots of love,
Marti xxx



Friday, 13 April 2018

Staying Away

Drama.

It's everywhere, whether that be in the form of tension, misunderstanding, or resentment; it can be really hard to avoid.


It's something that, especially in the school environment, people seem to thrive off, and that they seemingly grow closer from. I'm writing this post because I really don't understand. It's at a point now where people will start telling me about their arguments and I will just cut them off. I'm not a savage- stay with me haha, I just can't bring myself to understand or want to be any part of it.

I think a lot of it comes down to perspective and morals. We all stand in different places when it comes to what we believe, and that is totally okay- beautiful in fact. I accept that arguments are sometimes unavoidable. I accept that if somebody hurts you, you're going to want to retaliate. What I don't understand is the need to purposely hurt other people. It's against everything that we're taught from a young age. We know in ourselves how painful it is to be treated badly; so why are we inflicting that pain on others?

I think that sometimes I distance myself too much from everything that's going on. I love people to pieces, which is why I can't bear to hurt or be hurt by them. Whenever tension arises, I back away. I feel like sometimes it distances my relationships with people because their arguments seem to bring them closer to people when they've made up. The flaw in this is that the cycle continues and more pain arises.

I just wanted to share my thoughts with you beautiful people, and maybe learn a little more about why people crave drama so much. If you have any thoughts on the subject, please share them because I'd love to listen.

I found a YouTube video that reiterates what I'm saying in the context of faith. Maybe people fill their lives with drama because their craving something bigger...just a thought ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-SNRBQsHa8

Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 6 April 2018

What I've Learnt this Easter

It's been awhile.

Where I live; we broke up for Easter last Thursday and are currently fishing the first week of the holidays. I planned a blog post for last week, but didn't feel like the post had enough umph. I was posting just for the sake of it, and that didn't feel right. So here I am, one week later, sharing with you what I've learnt through a week of beautiful chaos. Enjoy!

I started my Easter after work on Saturday night by going to my friend's confirmation. It was a beautiful service, and really brought the meaning of Easter to my heart. What I loved most was seeing the Cathedral full of people showing their support to friends and family confirming their faith.

We had a meal on Sunday with my family and visited the grandparents, which of course meant an egg hunt ;) I went to an evening service later, followed by deep meaningful chats over ice cream. You really do learn the most over ice cream ;)

In summary: I've learnt that it's the little things that matter most. We often measure life in years, when really it's measured in moments. 

Something to think about.
All my love,
Marti xxx

P.S. Meet Donovan!

Friday, 16 March 2018

Back to Basics


Today I decided to tell you a little too much about myself. Enjoy :)

I doodled this at drama, but I think it looks pretty sick















  1. I listen to my headphones way too loud
  2. I don't use Snapchat
  3. I keep the tea bag in my tea
  4. I always use long spoons
  5. I have a Blue Peter badge
  6. I wrote to the Queen when I was seven 
  7. I once dislocated my leg playing Wii bowling
  8. I've never lost a game of musical chairs
  9. I'm the second youngest
  10. My favourite ladybird book was The Gigantic Turnip
  11. I can make an origami T-Shirt
  12. I played laser tag this one time and failed miserably
  13. I've always had a pet
  14. I used to have nightmares about Homer Simpson
  15. I still sleepwalk sometimes
  16. My favourite food is sweetcorn
  17. I broke my first phone by sitting on it
  18. I've always wanted to be an agony aunt
  19. I have really random and vivid memories
  20. I've never dyed my hair
  21. I've always wanted to be angry enough for slam poetry
  22. My favourite childhood TV show was 6teen 
  23. My name backwards is Itram Gnillets
  24. I don't mind exams all that much
  25. I've surprised myself reading these back through :P
Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 9 March 2018

Where you go to school and why it doesn't matter

I'm trying not to get too passionate about this before I end up upsetting someone (it happens more than you'd think haha!)

I go to a northern state school. There are only two secondary schools where I live, one being a selective grammar school and the other being an academy. Some of my friends go to my school, some go to grammar school, others go to school outside of the city and some are moving from one to the other for sixth form. I think it's beautiful- the amount we learn from each other though our differences. Recently though, I've found this difference less attractive. 

I'm proud of my school. It's small, it can be very strict, and yes- the teachers have walkie talkies. Sometimes, it can feel a little like a prison. But do you know what? It's Ofsted Outstanding. We have some incredible teachers who will do everything they can to support you. We have trips abroad, performances and get praised for our achievements- just like any good school. 

I hear things like 'I always feel scared when people from the academy are walking towards me', 'no offence but I hate people at the academy', 'they're chavs' and 'that's good for the academy' way too much. It's pointless, because in the end, our exam results aren't going to differ all that much.

There's this stereotype that people who go to my school are stupid. Let me tell you this: two people who are on my table in maths are predicted a level 9. Another friend of mine continuously gets high marks in science mocks. I'm going to embarrass my sister now by saying that she left this school (before it even became an academy) with fourteen GCSE passes and four A Levels. A test you take at the end of primary school is the worst indication of intelligence I can imagine- especially knowing that lots of people have tutors to help them pass. I love being at a school where everyone is welcome and that's not something that's going to change.

Lots of love, 
Marti xxx
P.S. Happy 125th post!

Friday, 2 March 2018

The Balance

Bit of a different one today, but it's something that's been sitting in my mind for a long time.
The Girl on the Train and one of my sister's bookmarks- very necessary

Most of the time we can have either as much or as little going on in our lives as we like. Sometimes we're not so lucky and end up overloaded with responsibilities we wouldn't have chosen, and other times we're forced to stay put. Where do we find the balance?

It's a tricky one, and as my Physics teacher once said after giving us homework for over Christmas and instructing us to eat too many mince pies: "If you ever find the balance, write a book on it- you'll make millions!" Personally, I'm still trying to figure it out, but have found a few ways to not get too overloaded. 

Don't put all your eggs in one basket

An odd phrase I've never really understood, but one that I find necessary in most of day to day life. If you're always surrounded by the same people, the same values, the same cultures and the same beliefs- how are you going to learn and grow as an individual? As human beings, we're very susceptible of getting into a rut, which means we do the same things over and over again. Mix things up, say yes to new things! You'll be grateful for it.

Try not to let your mind dwell on things you can't control

It's easy to say yet tricky to act on. Say you got some results back for an exam and they're not as good as you'd hoped- this is not a reason to beat yourself up! Take this as an opportunity to improve and make amends. There are so many more important things than one mistake.

Schedule time for you!

It's easy to get wound up with commitments, projects and helping others, but if you're not leaving time to care for yourself it'll only make you poorly. Take time out, breathe and let yourself know what a good job you're doing. You've got this gurl!

I hope this helped, even just a little!
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 23 February 2018

What's new Scooby Doo?

Just a real quickie :)

 It's the first week back after half term, which has left me feeling very all over the place. We only have two weeks left till our next set of mocks, which is crazy because we've literally just had some! Today I went to sixth form for the day to see what it would be like, which is an hour away and is so big in comparison to my school! I met lots of people and managed to get very lost haha. I enjoyed the subjects, but I'm still not sure what option I'd make if I get the apprenticeship. There's an exchange programme for French which looks interesting, and the food was awesome.

snip, snip, snip!
Other than that: I've started uploading to Deviantart, which I reckon you should all check out ;) and had a haircut! I'm trying to will myself to read more, but it's not really happening. I've started on John Green's new book, and will *hopefully* do a review when I've finished.

What have you been upto?
Marti xxxx