Make bad art – how drawing is helping me overcome perfectionism

Hello lovelies!

Today I’m excited to bring to you the third installment of my Challenging Perfect mini series that’s been developing over the past few years.

I opened my laptop this afternoon with no idea what to write. Truth be told, I’ve been feeling tired when it comes to my blog. As I’ve made more blogging connections on social media I’ve started to compare myself more to them. I see these incredible posts they write, how inspiring and helpful they are and can’t help but feel mine are a bit rubbish (got to love crippling low self confidence). After staring at a blank page for too long I closed my laptop in a bit of a huff and went to go take my minds off things.

My go to lately has been my sketchbook. I’m currently on my second Sketchbook what is an A4 landscape Art Gecko sketchbook. I did art at GCSE level and whilst I enjoyed it, I wasn’t particularly good in the sense that I was never able to develop my own style so everything I produced was a bit bland and forced. However, I’ve always wanted to draw and set myself the challenge to be able to draw before I got to university. I had an empty sketchbook from my school days and less than 3 month later I had filled it cover to cover.

So this afternoon I picked up my sketchbook, threw on some music and just played around for a bit. I ended up with some practice of creating patterns with my markers, a alrightish drawing of a girl and a cat with a bow tie.

Once done I sat back and just enjoyed flicking through the pages of my work, I even pulled out my first sketchbook and allowed myself to be proud with how far I’ve come with my drawings. Seeing as I’m a creature who struggles to stay on a solid train of thought for more than a few minuets, my mind quickly wondered to the past few months I’ve spent making as I put it ‘bad art’.

I concluded that I’d been feeling a lot more relaxed in myself and was coping a lot better when I made mistakes say at work. Sure I feel bad when I don’t do things perfectly, but I found I was no longer beating myself up for getting things wrong, instead I was taking responsibility for them and using it as a lesson to better myself and not make the mistake again. It took a bit of brain power to chase down why I was feeling this way, I’m no longer seeing a councilor and I’m off all medication, so why the change?

Turns out my sketchbook has a lot to answer for. Continue reading “Make bad art – how drawing is helping me overcome perfectionism”

Twenty lessons learned in 20 years of life

Well looks like I’m officially an adult now huh?

For those of you who didn’t know, I had my 20th birthday a week and a bit back. I had a lovely day and made some grate memories surrounded by family. I didn’t mind being 19 too much because I could technically still call myself a teenager. But at 20 I’m apparently now 100% an adult… not sure how I feel about that. I hardly feel like a grown up and in my head I’m stuck at 17 still but I guess that’s normal.

It’s been over a week since I hit 20, so this post is a little late, but today I’d like to share with you twenty lessons that I’ve learned in twenty years of living.

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Emotional fizzle

It’s taken me three weeks to write this post. There has been 4 different versions and none of them have felt right. Having something so demanding to write whilst going through the motions and problems I was discussing in this post was a challenge to say the least. It’s not that it was difficult to write, more I just couldn’t write it. So, there’s no intro to this. I’m just diving head first as I think a few people need to hear this. Continue reading “Emotional fizzle”

Why I was wrong about self care

At the start of the year I wrote a post explaining why I didn’t partake in self-care and wasn’t keen on it being the latest trend. The post was titled Why self care days aren’t for me and was triggered by a session with my counsellor who had challenged me to participate in some good old self-care. Looking back I can feel like I argued my point well and very much at the time stood by what I said, but it was a written way of me digging my heels into the ground and finding as many reasons as possible to not be nice to myself.

It’s been what, a good six months since that post was wrote? A whole lot has changed since then, the biggest one being I’ve been free of anorexia for three months! This month and a bit I’ve had to make a fair amount of changes to my lifestyle and how I treat myself and do some serious thinking on how to be nice to me. So I’m going to start this post off with one simple statement.

I was wrong about self-care.

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Why self care days aren’t for me

Self care days are the latest trend.

Taking a day, or even a week, to look after yourself has a increasing online presence. You only have to scroll through twitter for a few minuets before you’ll see a post about someone talking a ‘self care’ day.

I can 100% understand why people are taking these day off. We’re living in a increasingly stressful environment. We’re constantly available thanks to our mobile phones, and always under scrutiny due to social media. Not to mention, work loads are increasing and hours in a day just seems to be getting less and less. It’s really hard just to catch a break, isn’t it?

As a student who works part time, even I can feel the pressure to working at your max all the time. I dread to think what it’s going to be when I leave University and am in full time work. Continue reading “Why self care days aren’t for me”