It’s been a while hasn’t it? Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten you all, even though the đź’• emoji is moving slowly down my recently used folder cos I’ve not been posting. 

The truth is my head has been so damn jumbled I haven’t known how to get my words out. Or even what to write about. 

Some old memories have come back to haunt me and I’ve been feeling so numb. 

A drastic change has been made to my education because the exam board I’m with is closing due to cuts and my anxiety riddled brain cannot hack it. 

I’ve never been good at balancing lots of things at once. Even the simple things like healthy eating, studying and a social life – yet alone chucking song writing, horse riding and blogging thrown into the mix.

I’ve got an amazing support system and a good future a head of me if all goes to plan so I’ve just gotta focus on that. 

I’ve been reading lots of blog though so I’ve not totally disregarded blogging. Just put it on the back burner until I get myself sorted. 

Watch this space. 

Thanks guys,

Catch ya laters



Alright, I’ll admit it I’m hoarder 

Friends and family who have seen my room will know it’s a total bomb site. The only place where you can see the floor is there the door swings open and closed. 

You have to climb over things to get into my bed and my curtains haven’t been drawn in months because it’s just too much hassle to lean over the old unused fish tank….. Actually make that years. 

My room is full of pointless stuff from my childhood; clothes, boxes of bouncy balls and teddy bears… Thousands and thousands of teddy bears. 

I’ve been trying to sort my room out since my teenage years but the thought of being up to my eyeballs in pointless crap is terribly daunting. 

My tomorrow is the day. I’m ready, after all these years, to be ruthless and have a proper bedroom. 

My plan is to spend tomorrow bagging up EVERYTHING in my room. And spending the next couple of weeks sorting through a few bags a night and gradually popping things back in to my empty room as I go. I also might redecorate while my room it’s empty. I’m so excited to have a proper room for the first time in what seems like forever. A place of my own where I can do college work and just chill out. 

Have you got any tips for me when it comes to sorting out tons of stuff? 

Or even any decorating tips? 

Catch ya laterz 


Never work with children or animals

Never work with children or animals, they say. Well I work with horses, some that stand 17h high or more that act like children. Toddlers to be precise, toddlers three times the size of me who don’t quite realise the damage they can do. Admittedly, there are some horses who are aware of damage they could do and know how to use it.

When I tell people I work with horses and intend to do so for as long as my body will let me I receive a look. A look of confusion and pitty followered by a sigh and the words “but horses can kill you” and if I’m lucky that’s followed by a story of a friend of a friend of a friends cousins girlfriends grandma who was kicked in the head and died instantly. 

As though I don’t know all this already.

That’s why I wear personal protective gear. 

But people die in cars, at the hands of other people or simply walking across the street. People died from choking, eating to much or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

It’d be looked at funny if I replied with “oh no don’t eat that you just might choke”

Horses are loving (most of the time) and can be total dumbasses, they’re funny and they don’t need to be feared they need to be respected. Respect the power and strength a horses has, don’t fear it. 

What do you think about working with horses? 

Do you have a dangerous job people try and sway you from? 

Catch ya laters,