I am a classic over-thinker. I mull things over and I question things that don’t really need to be questioned. I think about things from the past and worry if I’ve made the right choices and the big ‘what if…’ comes up a lot of the time. As you can imagine, this takes up a large amount of thought space – space that is better left in a somewhat more tranquil state.
I don’t necessarily consider thinking about your choices and your life in general a bad thing. I always like to think that it will only lead you to make better choices in the future, but negative thinking about things that you can’t change is mostly a waste of time and energy. Something I’m trying very hard to adopt into my daily life is remembering the things that make me happy right now, and enjoy life day-by-day. Often negativity can creep up on you suddenly, and personally for me it only leads to a disappointing day of ‘God, my job is boring. I hate my flat. What am I even doing here?!’ The key here is not to dwell too much – easier said than done but still, it’s worth it to try and remember the day before when everything was fine and dandy and I went to bed fully ready for the next day.
At this weird stage in my life, having just graduated and attempting to find the right road to travel down, negative thoughts do sometimes pile up and hit you all of a sudden, and it can be difficult to sift out the ones that are irrelevant and the ones that could help you move in the right direction. My friends are currently doing such a huge range of different things, from living back at home and working in a shop, to continuing with their studies, to landing the dream job. I feel I’ve landed somewhere in the middle of all this, having struggled to find a job in my chosen industry, and since started a job with a lot of potential to move forwards; the decision not to move home and instead move to a city that is completely new to me, was difficult at first but is working out okay now. This is my current situation and for the majority of the time I am perfectly happy, and proud even, to have made the choices that brought me here. The occasional thought about how my life would have been so much easier and possibly even a bit more fun if I’d moved back in with my parents and worked in a bar for the last year, but that is not what I chose to do, so where’s the sense in carrying on with that train of thought? In the words of Tay Swifty, I try to shake it off and get back on the positivity wagon.
I’ve accompanied this post with some photos of my last weekend in Devon. As previously mentioned (time and again, I’m sure you’ve got the memo by now!) but the sea is my thinking spot and so why not feature a few with this slightly more thoughtful post. Perhaps that’s even where it stemmed from – I was subconsciously inspired not to dwell on the past but the powerful element of the sea. Then again, I’m probably just over-thinking it. Classic.
Other than my one time three-week-long foray into vegetarianism, my eating habits have been very normal. I’m not particularly fussy and I don’t have any weird habits – I’m fairly average when it comes to consumption. However as I said in my previous post, Bristol has a habit of opening your eyes to different ways of life that you wouldn’t necessarily be exposed to in other cities. Now I’m not talking anything ground breaking in this case, it’s only the local vegan café down the road.
Café Kino is a vegan cooperative run by a very dedicated team of local Bristolians. Every part of Kino is exactly on point. From the décor, to the community style tables, the tiled floor (I can never resist!) to the fab range of salads. They have almost every type of milk under the sun including almond, soya and oat which I’m yet to try but have high hopes for. I’m a fan of a flat white, especially one that has the sweet and nutty taste of almond milk. Should you happen to want something more substantial then I cannot even tell you what the falafel is like. UH-mazing.
What’s great about Kino is the amount of light it lets in. The huge clear windows at the front that open out onto the heart of Stokes Croft make it possibly the best people watching spot. The café also has its fingers on the pulse of the community and has a downstairs space that is used by local groups and the odd bit Life Drawing; something I’m very keen to get back into after my A-Level art days gone by.
I think I’ve gone to town singing the praises of this little local gem, probably in a manner that’s not all that cool and definitely a bit nerdy. But ya know what? Chilling in Kino kinda makes me feel cool. And that’s that really.
I didn’t really want this post to turn into another ‘this is what I did on the weekend…’ or ‘I’ve been sooo busy recently…’ type of post as there’s only so many of those I can write before they literally all sound the same. And I’m pretty sure no one wants to read that many either! The trouble is that while attempting a travel/lifestyle blog there’s a certain amount of time in between trips that needs to be filled and I usually try to do that with weekend material.
You might be mistaken in thinking that these photos were taken in a foreign country that gets slightly more sun than poor Britain does. It’s June and I’m still wearing woolly jumpers on my way to work, people! But despite me squeaking on many different occasions ‘I feel like I’m abroad!’, I actually just popped down to North Devon for a few days. This particular town is a little place called Clovelley; a little quintessentially English fishing village that is all tiny cobbled streets and no cars allowed. My visit here coincided with my first festival of the season, but it wasn’t one I was actually planning on going to, or even new existed. It was a Seaweed Festival, to celebrate all the ways it can be used. I have to say the only seaweed I ever normally eat is wrapped around a bit of sushi, but I got the chance to try some seaweed sausage and even seaweed popcorn!
With the sun showing its face for once, I took the chance to get my paste-y pale arms out and rolled my jeans up as far as they would go. You’ve got to take these opportunities when you can! My next festival will be in July and is much more your normal kind, featuring one of my favourite artists ever. Excited is not really the word!
It’s come to my attention recently that, although I bang on about seeing different places and itching to see more, I have completely neglected my current hometown – Bristol, in the south west of Britain. My life hasn’t been based here all that long but Bristol is not a place that takes time to make an impression. Pretty much on the very first day here, I got a feel for the area that I live in, and the area that neighbours it, and the town centre, and the Harbourside. And every other area here, to be honest!
I can tell you straight up that there is no place quite like this city. Each individual area or neighbourhood is so different from the next. And the exact same goes for the people that live here. While I can’t say for definite that where I live is ‘Home Sweet Home’ forever, nor can I say that I fit in to a Tee around my present digs, but Bristol can only be described as an experience.
It’s for sure a lively place, there’s pretty much something going on all the time. I have a feeling that something’s bubbling away and ol’ Brizzle, as the locals call it and it’s going to explode in the summertime. Stay tuned, there is a good few posts in the making on this topic…
A few times on here I’ve mentioned that I seem to spend the majority of my weekends as busy as I am during the week, albeit with far more enjoyable activities than work days, but there seems to be only a small portion of time left to just sit and chill. My days are taken up with the standard 9-5 – as much as I enjoy my job, who wouldn’t rather be free as a bird/ on the cusp of an adventure, ey? However last weekend was filled with the kind of busy that is always best. With a spontaneous trip to Centre Parcs on the cards, my weekend was filled with swimming, high ropes and table tennis as well as furry and feather-y little critters and a few loved ones.
I’ve been on many holidays with a certain close-knit set of family friends and many of them were to Centre Parcs. There was always more freedom there to ride off on our little bikes, whipping through the woods in a way that was the complete opposite to riding on the pavement in the city. Nowadays I might favour a trip to the onsite spa more than getting muddy by doing endless laps of the forest, but the charm of the weekend was still there. It’s funny how tiring spending your time off can sometimes be, but there’s always pleasure in the kind of tired you can be after a happy two days and the victory of table tennis – if only the victory had been mine!