Wowzers its almost 2015. With so much ahead of me this year but no confirmed plans I thought I would instead show you my inspiration for 2015 travels. I can’t wait to read about everyone’s travel plans in this link-up (secretly its always a good way to discover new destinations!) and then the follow up posts throughout the year with highs, lows and hilarious mishaps.

On a side note I want to say a massive thank-you to my fellow link-up hosters Kelly and Emma. This has grown from a small wish talked about over tea, into over 200 posts added by around 50 bloggers. I’ve been a bit elusive this year with my new job taking up my time, and Kelly and Emma have not only kept me sane but kept this link-up running like a well oiled machine. You girls rock my New Years socks.

Happy 2015 y’all!

Reach just that little bit further

Time to take that first step

Be brave with your life poster

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Everyone is scared by something. Scared may be a big word for it, but everyone has those situations that they avoid, or just never felt possible for them. When confronted by one of these situations your insides all of a sudden try and move one foot to the left and your brain feels like it is being squeezed through a flimsy buttonhole. Believe it or not, this is a good thing.

Some of the scariest things I have done have had the most magical results; leaving New Zealand, being picky when it comes to jobs, starting to sell my jewellery, meeting other bloggers and trying leeks to name a few.

The only thing that was actually limiting me was –I don’t know, I guess you would call it a mental block. It is the hardest thing in the world to break through at first, but once you break it once it becomes easier and easier.

The first brave decision you make will be a big moment, its like climbing your own personal Everest. After that? Well, you almost don’t need to be brave anymore, because anything is possible.

To be brave you have to back yourself in the fight, convince yourself that you can try and you can succeed.

Stop thinking you can’t. You can and you will.


This decorates the wall at White Mulberries in St Katherine Docks – incredible coffee as well so check it out.

(Oh and p.s. this may be the only cafe in London that has a buy five get one free loyalty program!!!)



Onto the second part of my first mission – the magical land of nod.


The plan with sleep was lights put by 10:30pm. Simple right?

Starting this while sick was an unbelievably stupid plan. Yes I went to bed early, but I was awake half the night with a stuffy nose and coughing a lung up. So despite all my good efforts was still tired and cranky in the morning. Not increasing happiness in the slightest.

If we ignore the days when I was plague ridden, this still felt like an impossible task. My natural sleep rhythm is to go to sleep at about 1:30am. However I also need 8 hours of sleep to not be a cranky pants the next day. Two facts that are completely irreconcilable with normal working hours.

Hence the trying to get to bed at a reasonable time.

Where did my plan fail I hear you ask. Two points. First is my belief that the point I decide to to go bed is the time I actually to to bed. It took me far too many nights to understand that I need about 20minutes to pack my lunch for the next day, brush my teeth, check twitter – you know, the important things. Without taking this into account I was always late for my bedtime deadline. Once I took this into account things went a little smoother.

Second point of massive crumbling failure was my storytelling brain. I don’t know what your brains do when trying to go to sleep, but mine tells stories. Don’t worry, it is nothing original. My thoughts are consumed with useless blockbuster reimaginings of things that I have read – generally with a simple plot difference. Best example I can give is Harry Potter if Harry et al were smart enough to use cellphones and email to stay in touch and organise the resistance – like Voldemort was ever going to take the time to figure out the T’s&C’s of a cellphone contract.

Interesting avenue of thought, but completely counterproductive when trying to go to sleep. I still haven’t figured out a solution for this. When the lights go out, my imagination switches on.

Even with the brain hiccup, actually getting into bed earlier means that I go to sleep earlier. Which in turn means I am a MUCH nicer person the following day (I.e. less Tube Rage).

Unless I move to a country that operates on my 1:30am schedule, I think this is going to be something that I struggle with my entire life. But I know that it increases my Happiness, so without a doubt it is worth persevering with.

Next up in my Happiness project is technology and creativity – stay tuned.