Slow Sundays

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I’m determined not to break my streak of publishing [at least one] blogpost each month. Unfortunately for February it remains just that. One. One day before the month comes to a close and a new one begins. Ooops..


Being a leap year means we’re treated to an extra day in February. I’m using this wisely, and instead of taking tomorrow off, – because er, Uni – today is going to be stripped back and unashamedly UN-productive. I’ve caught what is absolutely professionally certified as ‘Library Head.’ The majority of students will eventually develop the condition where the brain succumbs to constant study by becoming a jelloid mess, and the eyes experience a kind of fizziness, followed by a major drooping of the lids. You then realise that if you spend another minute in the library, or staring at a Word document you might just combust. Or fall asleep.

Having said this, I did wake up this morning with all good intentions of scurrying off to the library. The alarm was set, the weather was checked, I’d even set a reminder to buy groceries on the way home. But my [new] study pal had said she was gonna spend the day at home today, and I remembered that thing called the Snooze Button, and all of a sudden I ended up dozing, eating biscuits at 9am, and sitting here typing this out, rather than my dissertation.

I don’t feel guilty though. The weather here in Glasgow has been breathtaking these past few days, where the rain has finally ceased and despite the nipping air, glorious sunshine and blue skies have blanketed the city. Right now, as I sit with the window open and duvet pulled up around me, the heat from the sun and the brightness of its rays are reminding me that Winter is slowly being pushed to the back of the airing cupboard, and Spring is  gradually being tugged out from the middle shelf, do excuse the pile of odd socks..

I slathered myself in oat, banana and maple scented body scrub, cleansed my insides with a big old cup of tea, [in my Christmas mug.. hm some things never change..], and have already whiled away many minutes on the Amazon website trying to decide what goodies to buy after winning a giftcard in a uni competition last week..

When life gets tough, or it feels like the obstinance will never surrender, it’s important to remember the little things. The things that take your day from being So Rubbish to Half-Alright. The tiny treats and little routines that might have been lost along the way, but when you do remember them again and the joy they bring to you, the impact they can make might actually be far bigger you had anticipated.


Close the Word doc, flick the kettle on, inhale the fresh air and feel the sun’s hug on your skin. Go on, you’ve been treated with a whole 24 hours to do it 😉





Blessings in disguise. The other side of the coin. When one door closes, another one opens. On the bright side…

I’m not sure how it happened, but a few of days ago both the music player and FM radio on my mobile phone simultaneously decided they’d buddy together and stop working. The radio no longer produces any sound whatsoever in earphone output or speaker. The music player’s volume is constantly at optimum level, so unless I want to be completely deafened by the sharp cymbal-clash to the opening of Haddaway’s What Is Love?, I’m afraid no in-ear entertainment is a go-go.

I was so used to plugging my ears each morning with a radio presenter’s idle chatter, or the oddly compiled music collection from various mobile phones over the years, that all of a sudden, I had nothing.

But it isn’t really nothing. In fact it’s a lot of something. I’ve found myself catching intriguing snippets of passer-bys’ conversations with their companions or children. I’ve anticipated the arrival of an emergency vehicle after clocking the siren pushing through the usual honks and engine roars of everyday-traffic several blocks away. I’ve heard the bark of a dog in a tower block above me, which was exactly the same pitch and length as that of the one featuring 16 seconds into Blur’s Parklife. 

I’ve also realised the visual and the auditory are intricately connected. I’ve always appreciated and been left in awe at the golden sunrises washing across the trees and city skyline as I strode along to Old Crow Medicine Show’s Wagon Wheel heading towards uni. But when you don’t have a soundtrack accompanying your journey, your mind becomes its own thought playlist. 

Instead of spotting something and vaguely pondering on it for all of a couple of seconds due to the music clouding over my thoughts, I can now properly take time to reflect on what I have seen, perhaps connecting it to an aspect of my life, or even making up my own imaginary scenario for the reason behind why something had happened that I had witnessed. 

I’m able to simply embrace life and breathe in my surroundings (if a little co2-polluted). I can roll an idea over in my mind which has begged for serious consideration and planning for some time, without the words and beat of a distraction stomping it out. 

Maybe soon I will get bored of my own thoughts, and begin to desperately crave a disturbance to my own conscious for the 15 minutes of my day where nothing else matters but from getting from A to B. 

For now though, I’m unplugged and unchanging.


p.s. Have a go and let me know. Could you go cold-turkey on technology?