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Update

Hiya everyone! Sorry I’ve been AWOL the last week. Can’t even say I’ve been overly busy. I just was throwing myself into writing up blogmas posts and getting the planning for them started. However, it was pointed out to me today by a certain person who wants a post dedicated to herself that I hadn’t posted anything new and so here I am.

 

I realise that writing a post because someone asks you to isn’t always a great idea. A lot of the time, motivation and inspiration are needed for writing a ‘good’ post. At the same time, the posts I write and expect to do well actually always tend to be a bit of a flop. Instead, the ones that I write randomly actually tend to be more popular – funny, isn’t it?

 

I wanted to write something that’s been on my mind quite a bit recently, something I keep thinking about and meaning to talk to people about but it always ends up being pushed down. I was visiting a friend on Wednesday night and we actually both agreed on it. Not that surprising when I eventually get round to telling you what we were discussing; the interesting part is that while we both agreed on the ideology neither of us put it into practice as much as we should.

 

The concept, my friends, is happiness. There are so many quotes and ideals on happiness. We all constantly strive for it, and once we have it we grasp on for dear life – savouring it for as long as we can. A lovely young lady I know through blogging pointed out a few days ago that life is far too short for us to worry. It’s too short for us to hold on to grudges and the likes. Instead, her life philosophy was simply that we should live each day to the max, make the most of the opportunities presented to us, and remember ourselves in times when we need to.

 

Now, when I was at my friend’s the other night, we were discussing some things that have been going on in his life over the last few months, and it was actually refreshing when he said that doing something because it makes you happy should be the main motivation for doing anything. It’s different for each of us, but everyone has at least that one thing that makes them happy. Me? I’m happy when I blog. I’m happy when I’m with people I care about. I’m happy when I’m singing along to crappy music and dancing like an idiot (only when drunk, otherwise you’ll find me awkwardly dancing in a small circle and only mouthing the words). I’ve been told I’m obsessed with Christmas multiple times, yet that doesn’t bother me because why shouldn’t I be excited for a time when I feel genuinely happy just because of dates on a calendar?

I wrote a post a while back about a ‘down’ day that I’d had. I censored it a bit because there were thoughts I had that day that I don’t even want to remind myself about, never mind let someone else know what went through my head. But I’m on the up again now and I’m doing the best I can to keep positive. Another thing I am constantly reminded of is that it’s okay to not always be okay, and I think a lot of us forget this so frequently.

 

However I wanted to write a motivating, or at least slightly positive, post for today. It’s almost the weekend. Whatever you do this weekend, do it not because you have to but because you want to, and don’t let anyone guilt trip you into or out of doing something. Take time for you. Think about you. Go on that walk, read that book, binge-watch that series you could never admit to loving for fear of being laughed at for it.

 

This week has reminded me that no matter what happens, we tend to be able to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and wait for the next shock to hit us. So many people inspire me daily to be like them. They either struggle daily, have done in the past, or are struggling now and don’t want to let people know how they’re doing. So while yo focus on your happiness this weekend, ask yourself are you truly happy or are you conforming to society’s conception of happiness.

 

Actually, I was going to finish this post there, but that last sentence got me thinking – what actually is happiness? We constantly chase it, hunt for it, some of us would even do anything to be ‘happy’ – no matter how you define it.

 

This weekend, I have Rachel over, and so I probably won’t be blogging much. While I’ve definitely been more excited to see her, it’ll be nice to have a change of company even if it’s only for a couple of days. Actually, while it’s in my head, I should hide the Christmas present I bought her… Well I think I’ve bought it for her, I might just keep it for me, but either way I should move it until she’s gone again.

 

I know we’re close to November, and I should probably start thinking about my November goals, but I just wanted to share this with you. We have 2 months left of the year, and then most of us start thinking about New Year’s Resolutions, but what if instead of making goals, I think about what would make me happy? In fact, I should probably look back at the resolutions I made back in January… There may still be time to complete them. But the things that would make me happy are:

  • Travel more. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter if I’m on my own or what, but I want to travel and see more. Even if it’s a weekend in Manchester or something, I just want to do different things.
  • Keep up blogging. I wasn’t in the best of moods when I sat down to write this, but blogging definitely relaxes me and allows me to get out all the thoughts and experiences I’ve had.
  • Spend more time with friends and people I care about. I go through phases of not seeing anyone, and I’ve begun to notice how this affects my mood. I’m not saying I need to see people all day every day – even I would get fed up with that – but the last few nights of catching up with friends has been great.
  • Appreciate the here and now. Yes, there’s always something exciting coming up, but there are so many little things in a day to be happy for! Today? I get to walk down a tree-lined street and look at all the autumn leaves as they fall.

 

So yes, life is short. And some of you may have experienced my sentiment that life sucks and then you die, but the reality is it doesn’t have to suck. We’ve been given this opportunity to live and walk and breathe and just exist, and so many of us waste it doing things we don’t want to do, to impress people we don’t like, to pretend to ourselves that we’re happy and that’s why we’re doing it. Not anymore. Tonight, I’m going to share my bed with my multiple teddies that I have here at uni (don’t judge me), I’m going to have a good time with my sister and her boyfriend, and I’m going to make the most of seeing her. I’ve a few more things I need to do for Monday, but I’ll worry about them later. For now, I’m going to sign off and go get through the shower. Anyone want to come to my Maths lecture with me?

 

 

Ktkinnes xx

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Day 1 – My House

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So day 1 of the 30 days of gratitude challenge has begun! Are you taking part? Leave your link below for me if you are! Remember, these posts are about gratitude and positivity so I’m doing my best to leave any negativity out of them.

Today’s theme is my house, with the sub heading of Why I Feel Good At Home. Now before I begin, let me explain that for this post I will actually split it in two as I have both my parent’s house and my student flat and I consider both of them as home.

 

Lisburn

I feel good at home in Lisburn because I have my gorgeous pets, Baron and Maisie, with me practically all the time.

I have a comfortable bed (now), heating, carpet, and free food. I can walk into town if I really wanted, or I can get a bus from a bus stop only a 3 minute walk away. There’s someone to help with the dishes and the cleaning, we can spend time as a family, and so much more!

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Glasgow

My amazing flat mates.

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A place where I can relax and be myself. No one judges me for still being in my pyjamas at 6 in the evening. I can cook what I want, when I want. I’m so close to all my friends from university. My double bed is blissful, there are so many shops nearby, I can order takeaway at any stage and not be given a strange look, and we’re so close to the subway for getting in to the city centre. I can blog at any time of day or night without being asked ‘Why are you still staring at a blank word document?’, and they accept that this is what makes me happy. I feel at peace in Glasgow, compared to Lisburn. Is it time to move back to Glasgow yet??

 

 

How about you, why do you feel good at home?

 

Ktkinnes xx

 

 

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A promise to me

A few weeks ago I read about a few girls who were buying rings and wearing them as anti-engagement rings: a promise to love yourself. You can find the article here and I’ll leave you to make up your own mind on it.
Now the rings they’ve been buying were a little out of my price range and so I decided to find a ring that I liked and wear it instead. Does that seem childish? 


Following the childhood pattern of pinky promises, this is meant to be like a pinky promise to yourself to put yourself first and love yourself. As the card says, you promise to honour yourself, choose yourself and remember yourself on a daily basis. 

Anyone who’s been reading my blog or following me on Twitter a lot recently may be aware that recently I’ve been going through a down phase where I haven’t felt happy in myself or my life choices. I’m doing things to please others while not necessarily pleasing myself. In fact, even this month one of my goals is to figure out where my head is. And so I decided that this ring would be a visual reminder to myself that not only does love come in all different shapes,sizes and forms, but love starts as something you feel in yourself, something I haven’t done in quite a long time. 

My promise to me ring

I chose the rainbow coloured ring due to its LGBTQ+ associations and for this reason I may not wear it as a ring when at home, but whether it’s on my finger or on a chain around my neck the idea is still the same – I promise to look after my own state of mind. 

Please excuse the unpainted nails

What are your thoughts? Will you consider joining us in our pledge to ourselves? Let me know here or on Twitter or email me at katiekinnes@msn.com ! 
Hope you’re all well!
Ktkinnes xx

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Someone who makes you happy

Author’s note: warning, this post has the potential to be soppy, cheesy and just downright cringeworthy so save yourself if this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea. Otherwise, enjoy!
Wow, this is a tough one. I can’t possibly choose one person. I’ve had almost 24 hours to think about it and think I’m going to cheat a little on this one if you don’t mind.
I could say Baron, my dog. He never fails to bring a smile to my lips. If I’m sad or afraid, he’s there. If I’m happy, he’s there. And if I’m trying to do something in a hurry? You got it, he’s there. 

I could say my family. We have our differences, a lot of them, but we’re still family and we’ve got each others’ backs. 

I could pick any individual. Instead, I’m picking three. These three in fact.

 

From left to right: Jason, Nuala and Mary

They mightn’t forgive me for using this picture but it’s one of the only ones I have of all three of them. My flatmates, Jason, Mary and Nuala, are the people who make me happy and they each have their own way of doing so.

A brief history on how I met each of them.

Jason – My first time meeting Jason, he was drunk. Funny, that pretty much describes most of first year. It was the Tuesday night of fresher’s week (a week of partying and meeting other first years) and I was in Kitchen 14, drinking tea, listening to Callam playing guitar, and talking to Toby and Ryan. Truth be told, I was kind of scared of Toby and Ryan at the start because of their size (they both workout a lot) and so it was interesting talking to them. The door opened behind me, and in through it staggered a tall guy in a t-shirt and jeans. He introduced himself as Jason and went over to the lockers to get some food, blabbering away about some really friendly Canadian he had met on his way in. Taking his food with him, Jason went to bed and, truth be told, I thought nothing more of him that night. The next day, I was waiting outside the Boyd Orr building for an induction lecture for maths, letting us know what the upcoming year would bring. In my usual fashion, I was there early and so sat down to look at my phone when next thing I spotted Jason walking towards me – he was going to the induction lecture too! We sat beside each other in the lecture and walked back to Cairncross together while he told me all about his granny’s dog, and his younger siblings. We parted ways, agreeing to speak sometime – well he did only live 2 doors away from me, I didn’t have much choice, did I? That night was the headphone disco and I really wish I could tell you it was amazing. However I wouldn’t know, I ended up taking an extremely drunk Jason back to Cairncross in a taxi and having to find someone to help me carry him to his room as he couldn’t walk. As a thanks/apology, I was bought a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and so began our friendship.
To tell you about Mary, I’ll have to start with Nuala. 

Nuala moved in on the Saturday, the day after me. My room was opposite Kitchen 15 and so, when I heard someone going in, I opened the door to say hi. We briefly introduced ourselves and talked about who had claimed what cupboard spaces. I then made a comment about a group of us walking into the city centre to buy some of the things we’d forgotten to bring to uni. Nuala agreed and later that day I knocked on her door and we headed into town. After a while, we got bored in the city centre and walked back, talking about ourselves, our siblings, and our dogs. I made a mental note to remember Nuala, she reminded me of someone but I couldn’t quite place her. When we got back to Cairncross, Nuala suggested we invite people to our kitchen for pre drinks and so she posted a message on the Cairncross 2014-2015 Facebook page inviting anyone who wanted to come.
 

Nuala’s message to the Facebook page

 
   

The people I soon became friends with commented underneath!

As you can see, Mary was one of the first to reply. She was also the first to show up! Arriving with alcohol in one hand, mixer in the other, Mary struck me for having a gorgeous tan and these really blue eyes. Never mind that though, she actually had the courage to turn up alone to somewhere completely new! I can’t remember if we spoke much that night but I soon remembered her through playing multiple rounds of Ring Of Fire. 
Wow, all this and she hasn’t said how they make her happy? My goodness, Katie is rambling tonight.


These three, this year especially, have kept me from going insane. They’re there if I need someone, they put up with my incessant talking and rambling, and they haven’t tried to kill me – yet. There is still time.

Without these three, my first year at uni wouldn’t have been as great as it was and I certainly wouldn’t be having as great a time in my second year. I can’t tell them how much they mean to me so hopefully they’ll read this and know, either that or I’m going to have to think of ways to show it!
Don’t take people for granted, and let those who you love know it. I love these three. They’re my surrogate family, and sometimes they’re all the family I need. 
Ktkinnes xx