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    GEORGIA STEAD

    Essentially all the compartments of my brain spilled onto one web page. With lots of Sex and the City references.

    My first full-time-job pay slip. A favourite coffee shop. Understanding how to navigate central London. A bus journey that stops just at my house. Discovering the usefulness of podcasts on public transport in rush hour traffic. My first gap year month has gone by, not always so quickly, and these are the bullet points of independence and living alone(-ish) that I have accomplished so far. And of course not forgetting that I've had to become a cat person, despite also discovering that I am allergic to such animals. 

    I still have lonely days and evenings where I want to cry because I can't make a joke with my brother or sister, that I know only they would understand. I can't speak French with a terrible accent to deliberately wind up my dad and I don't get to stand in the kitchen with my mum, updating her on the life and times of my friends and our Millennial issues. 

    But in spite of all that, I'd say I'm adjusting, like everyone leaving home for the first time is right now. That small list of new things feels like an indicator of my new-found loneliness. And I don't mean a melancholic loneliness, just the process of learning how to be alone and feeling like a new city is slowly but surely becoming your home, even if it is only for three months. 

    It's those small details during each day that form a routine and make me realise that actually I quite like it here, like my walk to work in the morning, which although freezing, is usually sunny and crisp and makes me want to wear a load of autumn clothes and buy a cup of coffee before reaching the office. So even though I'm scared of it all, there are some silver linings in learning to be an adult.




    G.








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    posted by . Thursday, 21 September 2017 .
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    posted by . Sunday, 3 September 2017 .

    The first time I went to Paris I went by myself. I left my mum at the Eurostar and cried all the way through security and passport control. I didn't want to look back because then she would see me crying, and I would most likely see her crying. At the time the queue of people around me were either very confused, or pitying me for this young display of emotion. 

    Today I have officially moved out for my gap year, and despite still living with housemates it's the first long period of time without my family. This time I was left by my mum at the door and we both cried ridiculous amounts. Although reading this it probably sounds stupid that we cried so much, considering I'll be back home in three months, but after spending the summer counting down the days to my independence I realise now that I am closer to my family than I ever thought. 

    The adventure of being sixteen and off to Paris, and being eighteen on a gap year draws the parallels of excitement at first, and then realisation as it happens, that this is what it is like to be an adult. You miss your normal bed, your normal mug collection and your dinners watching tv with your siblings. But I just have to make the most of being somewhere I've dreamed of this past six months. Make it the most beneficial networking experience of my life. 

    If you know me you know I just about cry at anything, so writing this is proving difficult as I am slightly blinded by tears but hopefully I'll stop crying soon. 




    G.

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    posted by . Thursday, 27 July 2017 . /



    With nothing else to do this summer, and feeling left behind by my jet-setting friends, I made a small video/film/movie, whatever you want to call it, using an obviously old video camera I dug from a dusty swamp of forgotten belongings. Thought I'd document a few exploring moments with Margot, sister dearest.

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    posted by . Sunday, 4 June 2017 .

    Growing up my mum always instilled in me a love of light. Every new house we moved to had to have lots of light and big windows. At a younger age I didn't realise how important it was to me too, but now I find that just the simple act of walking into a naturally lit room can lift my entire mood and being, until I feel motivated and a strong sense of happiness.

    Similarly, I find that, as much as I love shoes, I will always prefer to be barefoot in my house, or in the garden, or on stage on that rare occasion, because I feel connected to my home and my ground, and in a way it makes that idea of remaining grounded literal. 

    This past week I haven't felt right. It started off well and I was working and social and embracing my body and mind, but reaching the end of it my entire spark and work flow has gone. I don't love my figure and my mindset is completely distorted as I feel grubby and used from the overthinking as the stress of the past few weeks sets in. I can see it in my clothes, my skin and my hair. Spots are taking over the centre of my face and I don't want to wear anything even slightly tight-fitting. I need to wash my hair yet it remains in the same doubled over bun as usual. It's not so much a slobby-ness that I've taken on but more a sleepless-ness, or if it were possible, the ability to oversleep myself into a haze of dissatisfaction and lack of motivation. I've lost my light, as it were.

    Despite it being a busy final exam season, and in the midst of the last four a level exams of life, I'm hoping, I think that I need to reconnect to myself. Normally, I am not one to dwell on hippy life-stylings but since the only inspiring things of my past week have been learning about holistic healings and internal fitness on hbfit.com, I think I need to take some much-needed time to reclaim my being. 

    My diet has been completely off whack, mainly due to The Revision Diet, as I am calling it, which consists of water and smoothies for a couple of days and then five whole days of peaked sugar levels and some cheese and coffee somewhere in there. Clearly, it is not balanced whatsoever, and therefore you can understand the extent of my skin issues, as a dermatologist would not be proud of my internal caring for my skin at the moment. I can feel it causing itchy dry skin on my body, and greasy, blemished skin on my face, and it's time to just sort myself out because I know in the long run, and through exam time, it'll benefit me. 

    After my resit exam tomorrow, I know I need to get back to my scheduled body programming. Reconnect to my groundings. Reclaim the light that I haven't stepped into in a while. 

    Love myself a bit more.



    G.






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    posted by . Wednesday, 3 May 2017 .

    Over easter I spent two weeks feeling indecisive and lost, yet so determined at the same time to discover what was right for me. Everybody had said that I would just wake up one morning and know what I wanted, and despite rolling my eyes and assuming that was utter rubbish, they were all right. I opened my eyes, I reminded myself of what was important, and I knew I had made my choice. This description could cover a lot of ground; a wide range of things. For me, the most obvious one would be my university decision, but also realising that I had undeveloped passions, which have been neglected for too long, that I want to progress,. 

    It was almost as though I had partaken in an intensive course on self-discovery. Like the courses where you can learn to drive and pass in a week, but for the mind and soul. I'm not someone to preach about importance of auras but I do see sense in staying grounded and patient, and letting the world offer you what you need. Those things you want, however, you have to work for. The world won't hand you those. 

    I've come to realise that I was spending too much time weighing up pros and cons as well as setting my mind completely on one ambition, instead of letting the two go hand in hand. I learned that I don't just want to do one thing, or live in one place, or ever limit myself in such a way that I don't feel driven. Although it may not have been the best two weeks in terms of revision, I became aware of what I actually wanted, which is rare for someone as indecisive as me. 

    Originally, I wasn't too sure what to write about when wanting to post, and I don't want to come across too proclaim-y. But this is a mental note to myself to remember that some decisions can't be made in a split second. The bigger, more future-affecting ones take a lot more time and perseverance, because sometimes there is a plan, and it's just about letting it come to you.
    Always trust your intuition. 


    G.






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    posted by . Wednesday, 12 April 2017 . / /


    I am a visual learner. I find inspiration visually, 9 times out of 10. I recently came across this shoot from Elle France, the March issue and felt in complete adoration of it. The makeup artist is Violette, who I have recently come across on YouTube, coincidentally. Her entire philosophy and use of makeup as an art, but through a minimalist form, is something I am an admirer, and follower of. I've been so uninspired at the moment and I haven't felt compelled to play with my makeup until now. After seeing this entire shoot, my google search history has consisted of "pink cosmetic pigment" and "pink gold gel glitter" amongst other makeup related searches. 

    Not only is Violette's own makeup so imperfectly perfect, but her artistry is so pleasing to look at, and there is even a video of this whole shoot, which I scoured and slowed down in order find all of the products and the brands she used for these vibrant pinks and holographic tones. 

    Even though it's not a post of philosophical thinking (or complaining), I thought it was worth making a note of to remind myself, and anyone who reads this, that there is always room for fun within the everyday moments of life. Also, try new stuff with makeup because it'll feel like an accomplishment and will make you happy. Nothing beats that feeling.

    G.






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    posted by . Wednesday, 29 March 2017 . /

    From maybe the age of four, I have been an active obsessor of shoes. It sounds ridiculous; it's not exactly a lifetime ago since I was four, and it isn't normal for a toddler to have a certain taste when it comes to what goes on her feet, but I'm pretty sure I knew what I liked (on my feet) early on. I can tell you that I had a pair of silver heels, a christmas gift that I completely adored. I also had a pair of school shoes from Ravel, a shop now long gone, that had slight wedges on them. I am not sure how I got away with those in primary school but I promise you I wore those shoes to death, until the wedge pretty much became a flat. 

    Today, I have many pairs of shoes that spend more time in boxes than on my feet, but I prefer to call it the sensible preservation of beautiful items. The more well-kept they are, the nicer they look when I occasionally break them out for the odd party or family event. The majority of said shoes are heels, in the form of strappy sandals, mules and courts, and each pair is like a beloved child to me. They mark important but recent parts of my life and each different pair reminds me of why I bought them in the first place. Usually a memory as simple as finding the last pair in the sale for almost 80% off can lift my spirits. Therefore, I see no reason to get rid of any one of them. 

    Having watched all six seasons of Sex and the City about three times, as well as the two so-bad-they're-good films, I feel as though the series is embedded into my teenage-hood as an important part of becoming an adult. It has taught me about the value of friendship and, among some of the more taboo subjects, the shameless love of a good shoe. Although I had heard of Manolo Blahnik before watching, I hadn't realised just how paramount a moment it was for a girl to buy her first pair. At the moment, I am yet to own any, but I am working on it and I think if Carrie Bradshaw had had access to TheRealReal back then, she definitely would've had less trouble prioritising between paying for shoes or rent. 

    In a way this is almost like a thank-you letter to a fictional character, because I feel as though Carrie made me look at growing up and being a woman from a new point of view. Granted she had numerous messy relationships that aren't so promising, but she still stands as an icon of aspiration as she combines her love for both men and shoes into her work, allowing her to then buy more shoes and splurge on mid-day cocktails with her friends. 
    And if that is not the circle of life, then I don't know what is. 



    G.






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