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My predictions and wishes for the new Scream film

My predictions and wishes for the new Scream film

If you’re new to this place, allow me to introduce myself: I’m Mòrag and I’m a Scream fanatic. I am too young to remember Scream 1, 2 and 3 being released but during the 00s - when I began to explore my taste in films as a teenager - Scream 2 was the first slasher I ever watched and I’ve remained hooked on the genre ever since. And even though I watched the first three Scream films in entirely the wrong order, they’ve remained my favourite because 1) they’re incredible and 2) it was this franchise that introduced me to the genre I’d develop a lifelong love for.

To say I’m excited about Scream 5 in an understatement. I love Scream to the point that I’d still enjoy Scream 5 even if it's a massive hot mess (I like Scream 3, for an example of my loyalty). Obviously, however, I still have predictions and hopes for the new film - and here they are!

Sam replaces Sidney as the final girl

I absolutely love Sidney Prescott, no word of a lie - however, it may be time to hand over the baton to a fresh face. The original film is 25 years old and Neve Campbell is now in her forties. It’s not unreasonable at this point to consider a restructuring to the cast.

Even in the trailer we see Sidney and Dewey providing advice and counsel to the new group of teenagers. While a bittersweet change, I think it will be a necessary one if we want to see more Scream films in the future. I just hope they do the transition smoothly.

Dewey will die

Fans were angry that Randy was killed off in Scream 2. However, with a new generation of teenagers in town I think the writers might be safe to shock us by killing one of the main three. And my money’s on Dewey. He’s been almost killed twice, so I think this time they might just end him.

Stu and Kirby don’t turn up alive

There’s a fan theory that Stu and Kirby are still alive because we don’t see their deaths 100% confirmed (despite all the blood and a massive electrocution). I’m actively against the idea of Stu turning up, even if his farm mansion is being used in the new film. I just think it would be cheesy. He disappears into the night for 25 years only to show up and finish the job in middle age? Aye, okay.

Edit: I support Stu making a cameo and providing guidance to new killers. If done right that could be awesome. But I still think him being the killer it too far fetched given his age and that he'll be in pretty bad shape after the first film.   

As for Kirby, Wes Craven himself said that he considered letting her live. If Scream 5 was coming straight after Scream 4, it would have been a good decision to have her become the sole survivor. But Scream 4 was over a decade ago…and I think that ship has sailed.

Tara is the person in the wheelchair.

The internet has been fighting about this, and I’m team #TaraInWheelchair

The commentary will be on the media

Scream has always been known for being meta, but I have a feeling Scream 5 might try and move away from this. Scream started the meta trend, that eventually went on to become a bit overdone. But what I think they might do is add commentary on the state of the media, rather than horror films specifically. And remember: the original Scream was made under Weinstein, which makes the comments Milton made in Scream 3 even more horrific. 

All the new cast are related to characters in the first film

This is pretty much said in the trailer but not all the new characters share surnames with the characters in the first film. It's been confirmed that Mindy and Chad are related to Randy Meeks. Obviously family members don’t always have the same surname and I’m hoping that Sam does have a blood connection to Stu, since she appears to live in his old house.

Stu’s house is the final scene

Even as a teenager watching Scream, I was in awe at how beautiful Stu’s farm mansion is. And it's got several hiding spots - remember how long it took to notice that Tatum was dead in the first film? And Sidney’s dad was stuffed in a cupboard, undetected? Plus, it’s a great homage to the original.

We know who Ghostface definitely isn’t

The trailer maybe gave a bit too much away. In it we see multiple cast members being attacked or running away: Tara, Vince, Chad, Richie (maybe?), Dewey, Sam, Mindy, Amber, and Sidney.

However, I think that the shots of Amber and Vince are there to confuse us. In the shots, there’s some wiggle room to believe that they are the second ghostface. Vince simply has Ghostface standing behind him and Amber is seen clutching herself (think about how the two ghostfaces always stab each other to create their cover story). They are attacked in some way, but not in the conclusive way that the other characters are.

I don’t confidently know who Ghostface is, but I have a favourite suspect

And it’s Wes. My only reasoning for this is because in the trailer you see him neither being attacked or looking particularly shifty. In all the Scream films certain characters are written to look shifty, and they rarely end up being Ghostface. They’re designed to throw off the audience. I’m suspicious by the way in which Wes just gets to hide in the background. And Dylan Minnette has already proven himself as a good actor and he’s one of the more recognisable members of the younger cast.

I’m not the only one: YouTuber Zack Cherry thinks Wes and Judy become a mum and son murdering duo. I’m not against it, though I’m not dedicated to it either.

But there will be two killers

I love that Scream has two ghostfaces; it makes it much harder to guess who it might be. The only solo killer we’ve seen is Roman in Scream 3 and we all know that was a low-point for the franchise. And in the TV series I correctly guessed the solo killer in the second season while it was only halfway through.

And the killer isn’t Gail

I will rage if Gail is the killer. We know it can’t be Sidney or Dewey because they get attacked in the trailer, but what (non-cheesy) motivation could the writers come up with for Gail to suddenly become the killer after years of surviving these killings? I will RAGE I tell you!
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2021 round-up / my third post of the year

2021 round-up / my third post of the year

Whatever 2021 was, it certainly wasn’t the year of blogging. Blogs, as we all know, are on the decline and mine is no exception. As much as I have loved this space over the past eleven years, time does move on and so I have. I’m not planning to walk away officially and still appreciate this space as an occasional dumping ground for thoughts and reviews - but by and large, I’ve turned my attention elsewhere.

So, what have I turned my attention to? Well, not much really if I’m honest. At the start of the year I wrote my usual probably-too-personal-for-my-own-good goals post where I shared with you all that I wasn’t going to make any goals. I had a few small, personal goals tucked away, but nothing particularly lofty and I could count all of them on one hand. 2021 was very much the year of under-achievement, and I’m okay with that. I passed my Professional Diploma in Digital Marketing with a Credit, which obviously is an impressive achievement worth sharing. I continued learning Scottish Gaelic and can now construct my own sentences for Twitter without the help of a dictionary - though I’m still short of the ability to hold a full conversation. 

I also took up Highland Dancing (for the third time in my life) in early autumn, which was not something I planned. I also didn’t know whether I’d re-run for the Glasgow Green Party Committee at the start of the year. I decided not to re-run, and instead put myself forward for the Membership Committee, which I not only got in to but also hoovered up most of the votes (thanks lads!). 

On a very personal level I decided to work on my anxious attachment and move towards secure attachment. This is partly the reason why I scampered off the internet slightly in a bid to live in the moment and accept myself as I am rather than chasing new ideas and skills every year. 

Still quite personal: 2021 was the year that I would seek out professional therapy. I want to make it clear: I’m absolutely fine and not in crisis. I wasn’t even actively looking for a therapist when I accidentally stumbled upon one on Instagram who was straight-talking but compassionate on issues I struggled with. She’s a psychotherapist who runs a group therapy course focused on women who have had a rough ride with relationships: toxic or even abusive relationships, attachment issues, always attracted to bad boys or Peter Pans, etc etc. It’s been eye-opening so far, and it's nice to be in an environment with other people who share my issues and similar thought patterns (while still being held accountable).  

One of the things that we’ve been working on is oversharing, and why we do it. Tbh, my constant online posting hasn’t always come from the best place. I also know how contradictory it might be to write a blog about oversharing, especially since I only recently reigned myself in. That’s why I’m not going to share where my desire to overshare comes from, just that I’m choosing to put better boundaries down online. If you've been hanging about with me for a while you’ll know that after I came out as bisexual I became a chronic oversharer (there’s a bit of a hint as to one reason why I overshare). I have no regrets writing about my coming out story in depth or how I feel as a long term single woman, because that kind of personal oversharing helps people. But I’ve reigned in sharing a 24/7 commentary of my day. If you follow me on Instagram, when was the last time you saw me posting about mundane life admin tasks? I’m willing to bet you probably didn’t notice that I stopped, which a year ago would have been an upsetting thing for my anxious wee heart to accept but I’m ready now. I’ve also decided to tidy up who I actively see on my social media feeds, so that I’m not seeing running commentaries from other people. No hate: your social media is your choice but I don’t want to watch the kind of behaviour I’m trying to stop, even in cases where I do like the person posting. 

So how do I feel? Actually quite good. While working through issues definitely opens up wounds and forces you outside your comfort zone, it feels gratifying. Posting less on social media has freed up my time for personal relationships, projects and just general life admin. It's also freed up my brain capacity as I’m not constantly in content mode, and it's allowed me to live in the moment. It still feels a bit uncomfortable and I still have a fear that people will think I’m boring because I’m not sharing every moment online but reminding myself that if people are analysing my online content that intently they should probably consider therapy themselves. 

So what do I want to do with 2022? More of the same I reckon. Carry on with learning Gaelic, perfect my Highland Fling, be calm(er) and work on my photography skills which is the new(ish) skill I’m currently working on. I would invite you along for the ride, but alas I’ll only be sharing occasional updates, which I think is going to be a good thing. 

Love, peace and privacy,

Mòrag x

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Vegan eating and things to do in Fort William and Lochaber

Vegan eating and things to do in Fort William and Lochaber

If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram (or even TikTok since I did recently make my debut) you'll know that me and my parents took a wee trip to the West Highlands in September. We decided to stay in Inchree, which is about 10 minutes south of Fort William (via car) and used that as a base to explore the wider Lochaber area. 

If you've never explored this area of Scotland then let me post a spoiler and say that it is absolutely stunning, even after summer has passed. There's also a lot to do and the three days we spent there still weren't enough to cover everything. It's also very touristy, with Fort William known as The Outdoor Capital of the UK, so you'll be spoiled for choice when it comes to attractions, accommodation and dining options. My dad has been to Fort William many times in his life and even he was finding new spots to visit. 

Eating vegan food in Fort William

Whenever I come back from holiday the first question I get asked is: how was it for vegans?! Fort William was amazing and while the wider Lochabar area isn't great it's not undoable. We had a cool box with us so we packed sandwiches and snacks for road trips and I'd recommend you do the same. However, I did manage to find a few gems. 

The Wildcat

Fort William's dedicated vegan café was just as good as I had heard it was. It's very popular though and even though me and my mum arrived only an hour after opening we were told to leave our numbers and we'd be called when a table became available. Thankfully we got a call ten minutes later and hadn't went too far.

I had the avocano which is fake avocado made from (if I remember correctly) mashed up edamame beans, peas and seasoning. It was very believable and a lot more sustainable. I also had a beetroot latte and a handful of raw cakes. Their Facebook page however makes it look like they switch up their menu regularly so check before you visit as what I had might not be available. 

Ben Nevis Inn

If you had told me a month ago that I'd eat one of my best vegan meals at a small inn on a rainy day at the base of Ben Nevis I wouldn't have believed you. This cozy cottage has a separate vegan menu (remember to ask for it) and I opted for the wild mushroom and asparagus gnocchi which was glorious. My mum, who is not vegan, opted for the veggie burger and thoroughly enjoyed her meal too. My dad had the regular beef burger and was also pleased with his choice. This place isn't the cheapest but was well worth the extra pennies. They also have a generous selection of local alcoholic beverages on tap. 

Ben Nevis Bar

The Ben Nevis Bar in Fort William, according to my dad, is one of those quintessential Highland pubs that has been there for decades. Apparently he's had many drams and pints there over the years. They also have a vegan option in the form of a curry (they were only offering their reduced menu that day but on the website there's also a veggie chili bean burger). It was marked as vegetarian on the menu but I was assured it was vegan and when eating it I couldn't taste and dairy. 

On the whole, the Ben Nevis Bar is lovely and I can understand why my dad has popped in numerous times over the years. Even if you're not hungry, it's still well worth stopping by for a look at the whisky bar. 


Sorry but it's time for a bit of a meh review. Aroma is a Chinese takeaway in Fort William which we popped by one night to grab something to take back to our chalet. It wasn't horrible and was definitely edible and did the job for a takeaway but I have had a lot better. Sorry. 

Sound Bites

Okay, so a bit of an honorary mention here. I didn't actually stop in by Sound Bites while in Arisiag since we had food in our car and our priority was getting out to Mallaig - but the menu looked lovely and I kind of wish I had delayed Mallaig for it! If I'm ever in that area again I'll make it a priority to stop by for some vegan haggis bon bons. 

Things to do

Fort William and Lochaber have no shortage of things to do, even if you're not particularly outdoorsy. Believe me, I had no intention of walking up Ben Nevis (my parents have both attempted it in the past but had to turn back due to bad weather and safety concerns). Here's what you can do on a slightly more chilled holiday in the West Highlands. 


Glenfinnan is a lovely hamlet a few miles west of Fort William and is home to the Glenfinnan Monument, the Glenfinnan Viaduct, the Glenfinnan Museum and some lovely walking trails with beautiful views. Yes, this is also the location that is used for the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter films but the viaduct and Jacobite Train have a much longer and very important history in Scotland. 

Remember to look up the time of the Jacobite Train so you can watch it glide across the viaduct (and you can even book a seat on it to boot!).  As for the walks, I was wearing gym leggings on this day, but still had on my Converse and my handbag and got on okay along the Viaduct Walk. And remember to stop by the Glenfinnan Museum at the operating Glenfinnan Railway Station. It's small but talks you through the history of the viaduct and railways in general. The entry fee is a donation of your choice. 

Loch Morar

The whole reason we were in the west Highlands to begin with was so I could visited Loch Morar, aka the home of Nessie's lesser-known cousin Morag! Loch Morar is a much calmer spot that Loch Ness and in fact, the road doesn't go very far round it; if you want to see it all you'll have to get your walking boots on or bring a canoe! I also popped on my swimming costume on for a bit of wild swimming! 

Silver Sands of Morar

More wild swimming! The Silver Sands of Morar were much chillier than Loch Morar (though lacking its own monster!) but the incredibly soft sand made up for it. Like Loch Morar just a few minutes away, I consider the Silver Sands to be a must visit. And similarly to Loch Morar, wasn't overrun with people. 

Glen Nevis

There was no way I was climbing Ben Nevis having only ever completed one other Munro back when I was sixteen (it was Lochnagar). But I'm glad my mum mentioned Glen Nevis to me which is an easier walk (a mix between uphill and downhill) into a beautiful glen that isn't reachable any other way. I was wearing my gym trainers, gym leggings, waterproof jacket and a small rucksack with water and snacks. It isn't the hardest of walks but you definitely need a reasonable level of fitness and weather-appropriate clothing that you can move in. I also wouldn't recommended if you have young children. 

Nevis Range Gondola

So, uh, we made the decision to go up the cable car on a cloudy day praying that the clouds would split before the top. They didn't so my review is lacking. Though there were vegan options in the mountain top restaurant.

West Highlands Museum

I adored this pint-sized museum in the middle of Fort William. It focuses primarily on the Jacobites but it also hosts a few extra pieces of local history. I loved the fashion room where I learned more about tartan and the various outfits of Queen Victoria. Entry is donation only and I picked up two new books in the gift shop.

Where we stayed

Whenever I go on holiday I avoid staying in accommodation that should be someone's house, especially when I'm visiting somewhere where there is a housing shortage. The West Highlands has suffered because people are buying holiday homes and AirBnBs making it harder for locals to stay in the area, and I point blanked told my parents I wouldn't come if they booked a holiday home. 

We settled on the Inchree Chalets, which were just lovely. They are self-catering and the kitchen came with everything we needed to create simple meals (okay, my dad moaned that there were no whisky glasses). The chalet we stayed in (Glen Crenan) was home to three bedrooms: a master double downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs with two single beds each. The living room was also home to a couch, tv and dining table. There's also a separate building with laundry facilities if you're staying longer. I was with my mum and dad, but this would have also been a lovely chalet for a group of friends, especially if there was a couple who could take the downstairs bedroom. Me and parents all agreed we would consider staying here again. 

What to pack

The West Highlands is one of the wettest areas of Scotland, so take waterproofs and sensible shoes even if you're travelling in summer. As for evening outfits, no one was particularly dressed up while dining in Fort William and a lot of people were still wearing their walking gear at the pub. If you really want to look more put together for dinner, jeans and a nice top is probably your best bet (anything more than that and you'll be overdressed). 


Fort William is very popular and can get extremely busy in the high season. We visited just outside of high season on purpose so we could avoid the crowds. It was still busy and we got stuck in a few traffic jams. We also managed to book our accommodation with only two months notice but my parents know, from personal experience, that you sometimes have to book summer accommodation a year in advance. I wouldn't recommend just turning up and hoping to find something.

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Growing up on the aromantic spectrum but not yet having the language to understand it

Growing up on the aromantic spectrum but not yet having the language to understand it

15-year-old emo me. 

One of the most common queerphobic traits you come across is people moaning about how many words there are for people to explain their sexual orientation, romantic orientation and gender identity. You're making stuff up they cry! In my day you were only straight or gay, what is this nonsense. Pansexuals are just bisexuals who need attention. Asexuals just haven't met the right person! 

Etc etc. 

The thing is language matters. Language helps people express how they feel. Having one word to wrap up you're entire experience is handy. As a person who identifies as both bisexual and grey-romantic, two separate queer labels, I know first hand how meaningful it is to have words that help me express myself succinctly. 

(for the unaware, grey-romantic is a label on the aromantic spectrum when someone can experience romantic attraction but not very frequently). 

These words are important to me on a personal level because having these words helped me figure out who I was. I was lucky enough to discover the word bisexual before I actively began to experience sexual (and limited romantic) attraction, but I didn't know there was an aromantic spectrum until I was 28. This has made my two coming out journeys rather different. 

I was closeted bisexual until I was 27 and I have made no secret that I struggled with my sexuality. But I knew what I was from a young age, which did alleviate some of the negative internal feelings. That thank you goes to teenage magazines which, despite their flaws, were one of the few resources I had in the 00s to understand that not everyone was straight and that was okay. 

I however went through my teenage years and most of my twenties not having a fucking scooby why people thought the way I dated was weird. Even I didn't understand that I didn't date that way I was meant to and was constantly perplexed by the invasive questions. For years I thought people who had romantic crushes on a regular basis were massive fakers and were just desperate! (Obviously, I know now that's not true). 

Towards the end of primary school, classmates began having crushes and the girls I was friends with began chatting about the boys they fancied. The way they fancied people was different from my experience. I was beginning to experience sexual attraction and could tell when I thought someone was so cute I might want to kiss them. But swooning? Wasn't something I could relate to. 

High school was a little different. I did go on to have a romantic crush on someone in high school...and that person was my only crush throughout all of high school. Not because they were amazing and everyone else was shit (it was quite the opposite in hindsight) but because it was just the way I was built. Even at the time, I remember getting frustrated at my inability to find anyone else attractive. In the later years of high school, people were falling in love and I was just some kind of brick wall. 

It didn't go unnoticed by other people. I was regularly pressurised into telling people who I fancied (or even my Top 5 hahahaha) and was regularly not believed when I told them no one. I even told a few lies to shut people up and then the news would get out and everyone thought I fancied someone that I didn't. 

My family were roughly the same. It's not unusual for family members to tease teenage children as they enter their teenage years about who they fancy. But for queer kids, it can be frustrating at best and traumatic at worst. For myself, I was simultaneously dealing with that fact that my sexual attraction didn't exclusively gear towards boys along with not actually having much interest in dating at all. I once had a big fight with my mum because she asked who I was trying to look cute for in my new jumper. Obviously, a shouting match over that question is an over the top reaction, but combined with the newly found teenage hormones I was also just...confused....and tired...and not really understanding why I needed to have a crush. 

Nothing I've described so far is something you wouldn't get over. But fast forward to university and something did happen that is not uncommon amongst queer people of all identities: to get people off my back I faked a romantic relationship. I had the misfortune of sharing a flat with a genuinely not nice girl who was horrible to me about not having had a boyfriend by the age of 18. This really didn't help (remember I was still closeted bisexual and she was edging a wee bit too close to that information) so I got a boyfriend to shut her up (and everyone else who made comments along the way). 

But surprise surprise: when you get into a relationship for the wrong reasons that relationship has little chance of being healthy. He didn't care that much about me and I had little autonomy within the relationship, but I tolerated it because I thought a relationship was what I was meant to do. I've not spoken to him in over a decade and I've never asked him why he was with me, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that he didn't enter our relationship for the correct reasons either. I would end up leaving this relationship because I developed an actual romantic crush on someone else (who at this point was still only my second romantic rush to date). 

My second relationship, despite having romantic feelings for that person, was also not that great. After both relationships ended, I made the promise that I would never enter a relationship again just to be in a relationship. I would be on the receiving end of more pressure during my twenties but I was a lot better at brushing away that pressure (aside from some weird situationship when I was 23). 

Queer people regularly confirm to keep people off our backs. Compulsory heterosexuality is a thing that is being spoken about a lot more. In my case it wasn't specifically heterosexuality I was confirming to but instead pretending to be alloromantic. It's not an uncommon experience for aromantic and asexual people to enter relationships that they don't really want to be in. Sometimes I wonder that if the aromantic spectrum was something I (and wider society) had heard about as a teenager would I maybe have turned down my first boyfriend and saved myself a lot of grief.  

I would discover the aromantic spectrum at 28. Here's a link to the blog post where I first discovered the word grey-romantic. By this point, I had realised that I experienced romantic attraction less frequently than most and had made my peace with it. It was still nice to discover the word and a whole online community who shared my feelings. Saying that there was no coming out. When I came out as a bisexual there was a practical element to coming out (I want cute people of all genders to know they can graft me) but with grey-romantic no one really needs to know about it. It's not that relevant or important. When I talk about being grey-romantic publicly it's more about raising awareness so that baby aromantics understand their feelings quicker than I did (and hopefully dodge a horrible relationship along the way). 

It's common for aphobes to claim that aromantics don't suffer in the same way that gay or bisexual people do. Of course we don't: it's an entirely different identity so the oppression doesn't show up the same way. Same as why bisexuals and gay people don't suffer exactly the same way, so we have the word biphobia that sits separately from homophobia. I've been on the receiving end of both biphobia and aphobia and they both fucking suck but in different ways. It was scarier to come out as bisexual but realising that I was grey-romantic was a longer and more confusing journey. No one in my own age group has ever tried to claim that my bisexuality is caused by an underlying mental health problem, but people have tried to convince me that my grey-romanticism can be fixed. Both had a negative effect on my mental health as a teenager.  It's not the oppression Olympics and I don't enjoy people trying to play my identities off against each other. 

So, aye, language matters and giving kids access to that language is important if you want them to discover who they are as young and swiftly as possible. I could have definitely benefited from it when I was younger, and so could many others. 

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2020 was a shit year but a good 10 year anniversary

2020 was a shit year but a good 10 year anniversary

2020 was the year that really wasn't...wasn't it?

To try and bring some personal positivity to my end of year post here are some good things that did happen to me. I started learning Scottish Gaelic and can now say basic phrases. I enrolled on to a diploma for free through the organisation's furlough fund and received good grades for both my assignments (the exam takes place in February). I started a podcast which hasn't been a runaway success but it hasn't crashed and burned either. I also watched a lot of Netflix and listened to three long-running podcasts in their entirety. I also fell into an Irish politics rabbit hole and now I'm weirdly knowledgable on the topic. My nicest news, however, is that two people from my past reached out to me and we cleared the air and they are now both back in my life. I guess 2020 made you realise that life is too short to stay ex-friends when nothing particularly bad happened and we were just in a younger and different place. 

2020 was also the year I turned 30 (I'm still getting used to saying I'm a 30-something). Turning 30 wasn't a particularly big deal in itself. I didn't feel anything change in me when I woke up that morning. Though I did cry at the stroke of midnight because the small 20-year-old in me who was having a shit time in 2010 realised just how happy she managed to become and all that money spent on self-help books was worth it. Even though I turned 30 in the midst of a global pandemic and it did spoil my birthday plans somewhat, I still had a lovely long weekend full of love. For as shit as 2020 was, I'd still take it over 2010 and 2020 ended up being a massive year of reflection (aided by being on furlough...lots of time to think). 

I published two blog posts back in the autumn that were very personal. One was marking the ten year anniversary since my last official relationship ended and the other was an ode to my twenties, where I talked in a bit more detail about the changes that took place during that decade of my life. 

If you thought I was done talking about that period of my life 10 years ago, you were wrong. #sorrynotsorry. 

When I returned home for Christmas in 2010 I was emotionally exhausted and a bit of a state to be honest. With my recent university term ended I now couldn't busy myself with activities to distract me from home unhappy I was. So I decided to make some New Year Resolutions, something I had only half-heartedly done in the past but this time I felt an urge to really think about my future. 

One of them was...start this blog!

That's right: me and my blog are just about to hit the double figures. You can read my very first post here, which is very unexciting (it doesn't include an image and is, uh, quite passive-aggressive). While my blog has changed direction a few times and I now have no desire to build a "Gala Darling empire" (oh god) me and my space on the internet have had shared some good times. We've been on weekend breaks for free, attended multiple events, reviewed hundreds of products, used it as a talking point in interviews, and met some incredible people who wouldn't have been on my radar otherwise, including people who would go on to become some of my closest friends. My blog's direction and purpose may have changed over the past decade but my love and thankfulness for it haven't.   

Also...I gave up eating meat! Happy 10-year veggie anniversary to me! 

Being vegetarian (and later vegan) was something I had considered since my teenage years but at the start of 2011 I finally followed through with the decision. This would then lead me to make further decisions about my consumption and carbon footprint - including cruelty-free make-up, reusable sanitary products, switching to a green energy supplier, and vegan household cleaning products. 

I know from the outside that deciding not to eat meat anymore and starting a blog hardly sounds transformative. For me, however, it was. These two decisions were me getting in touch with myself for the first time, thinking about what I really wanted, and ignoring other people' opinions (and I did get a lot of push back when I decided to go veggie). I'm a former people pleaser and stepping outside of my comfort zone in these two tiny little ways was the start of a much bigger journey. A journey that would see my life really change over the next decade.  

Sitting here now on the eve of 2021 and being able to really visualise how far I've come has been a moment, much like it was when I turned 30. I knew I had grown a lot since I was 20 in an extremely intentional way, but to have a full decade creep by has allowed me to visualise start and end markers. Plus, having had too much time to think over 2020 allowed forgotten memories to resurface and it made me realise, truly, just how far I had come. 

And that, in turn, made me realise what my main intention (the word I now use instead of resolutions) should be for 2021 and the first full year of my thirties. 

Which is, go easier on myself.

Once upon a time I really did need to work on growth and I'm really proud of my younger self for recognising that. But what wasn't so good is that some of it came from self-loathing which, hey, we all need motivation don't we? Even now I still work on developing my self in a way that is rooted in believing I'm not nice enough, or productive enough, or ethical enough. That I'm never good enough and need to be constantly improving. And maybe it's just time I lean into the idea that I'm not perfect, I will make mistakes, I won't be everyone's cup of tea, and there are people who love me regardless. I'm not a difficult or awful human being, and I know me at my worst is still a lot better than some people's best. I should give myself more credit. 

That night when I turned 30 emotion came over me as I realised, for the first time, how worthwhile working on myself for the bulk of my twenties had been. How stupidly happy I am now compared to my twentieth birthday and how I'm surrounded by excellent people who absolutely adore me, even if I'm not the perfect person I keep telling myself I need to be. These absolutely adorable people wouldn't love me if I still was the girl I was when I twenty. 

Self-development is now something that I will dip into now and then but it's no longer the necessity that it was in my early twenties and I want to re-direct my energy. I can chill now and the night I turned thirty helped me realise that. I don't anticipate any major changes in the next twelve months and I suppose that is a sign that I'm finally letting myself breath after a decade of Doing The Work. It's now time to enjoy the fruits of my labour. 

Like almost everyone else, 2020 knocked me. I'm not really sure what intentions I need to make when I've been stuck inside since March and I've not been living my normal life. I did however learn what I didn't miss about the outside world and what I really did. So there will be some shifting around once this vaccine makes its way around the world. 

To 2020, you won't be missed and to 2021 the year I can hopefully hug my pals again.

And I promise to never talk about 2010 again, maybe. x

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