//Little adventures//

The other day I actually managed to do something I’ve been wanting to for ages – go on an adventure. Well, it was only a small adventure, because I didn’t venture that far a field but nonetheless I managed to do some exploring. 

On Friday I decided to spend my day off college outdoors as it was actually sunny for once and I needed a break from studying. I woke up early (8:30 ish, but that’s early for me!) then walked to the local highstreet which is almost a mile from my house and visited the bank and the library and did a bit of shopping. Then I took the bus from the highstreet into town where I got distracted and did some more shopping oops ๐Ÿ˜‚ 

After I’d walked round the shops for a bit, I made my way to the beach and walked all the way along the main beach of the town to the next beach. It was a long, tiring walk because sand really kills your hips if you walk on it for ages! Plus it was still quite windy because of storm Doris. But spending time in the sun made up for it! Just to be outdoors under the blue sky and winter/spring sun was so peaceful and uplifting.  

Beach #1

Once I’d reached the other beach, I walked round the little village there – it’s so pretty in comparison to my town with all the old houses and cottages and river running alongside the pavement. Even the shops and pubs were really picturesque!

Beach #2

Bridge and river in the village

I knew that the village was not far from my college, so I had a quick look on Google maps and memorised directions for how to get from the village to college, which surprisingly wasn’t that difficult considering I have no sense of direction and am terrible at finding my way round places! I think the fact that my phone was almost dead because I stupidly forgot to charge it before hand made me focus more on remembering the directions so I didn’t get lost.

Can’t always rely on google maps though, it thought I was in Wales at one point!

Another thing that surprised me was that it only took about 15 minutes to walk from the village by the beach to college, which is great really because when the weather gets a bit warmer, I could go down to the beach after college or during lunch some days! 

After getting a drink from college, I got the bus back home. My legs were aching a lot when I got home and still hurt a bit now, but I’m glad I did some exploring instead of just spending the whole day at home studying! I’d love to explore further a field some day, but that would require a lot more learning of directions and planning ๐Ÿ˜‚

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//Founders day! 110 years of Scouting//

Today is known as Founder’s Day in the Scouting movement as it’s the birthday of Lord Baden-Powell, founder of Scouting. 2017 also marks 110 years of Scouting! So I thought I’d talk a bit about what Scouting means to me. ๐Ÿ™‚

I started scouting in 2007 when I joined Cubs, and left scouting last September as I couldn’t keep up with it as well as starting a-levels, so in total I’ve spent 8 years of my life in Scouts and what an amazing time that’s been! 

One of the most prominent things that comes to mind when thinking about Scouting and what it means to me and for all the millions of other scouts around the world is the word ‘discovery’. 

Obviously, scouting provides a doorway through which we can have access to the outdoor world and explore more about the place where we live but alongside that, it gives young people a safe environment in which to discover ourselves; who we are and how we fit in with the world and society. 

That’s something that I’ve really valued throughout my time in Scouting, because the inclusive atmosphere at my local scout group made feel comfortable enough to be myself and develop as an individual and I’m really grateful that I had this opportunity growing up. It’s definitely helped to shape me as a person and taught me invaluable skills such as communication and respect which are often lost in the hustle-bustle of modern society. Most importantly, it’s given me a more positive outlook on life as I know that even if I’m faced with challenges that seem impossible, there is always away to get through them with perseverance and hard work.

Despite being a girl in a scouting movement that is predominantly – but not exclusively – made up of boys, during my time in scouts I didn’t once feel that I couldn’t – or shouldn’t – do something just because of my gender. The opportunities and experiences scouting gave me were some of the best of my life – from attending Gilwell 24 and being surrounded by thousands of other scouts from around the UK and further a field to hiking up mountains in Austria and volunteering as a Young Leader and helping other young people get the most out of their time in Scouting. However I know that young people in other countries may not have the chance to experience this so I’d like to say that I hope that as the scouting movement grows, it will help young people in countries where society is not equal or inclusive to have some of the experiences I’ve had and be given equal opportunities to discover the world around them and develop as young people, regardless of gender, religion, race or sexual orientation. 

Although I am not currently a member of the scouting movement, I will never forget what it means to me and one day hope to get back into scouting and help young people get the most out of the wonderful association that I love.

//Blogiversary!!//


It feels like only yesterday I typed my first post on this blog – Adventures of a Lost Teen – but in actual fact, it’s been a year! The 1st blogiversary of this blog means that I’ve been blogging in total for nearly two years, as I started my previous blog back in March 2015 (so long ago eeek!)


Blogging for me is a lot like playing Scrabble (bear with, this analogy is going somewhere…I hope??). I try to fit letters and words together in the hope that they make sense. A lot of the time I have lots of ideas that I want to write and share, but can’t find the words to express them! Which also happens to me a lot during Scrabble – I never end up with the letters I need. But I think blogging (and Scrabble) has made me realise that we don’t always get what we need handed to us, and we have to make do with and appreciate what we’ve got. And I’m very grateful to have this space to share my thought and ramblings, even if it is sometimes frustrating that I can’t put my thoughts in coherent sentences.

I don’t know what I expected to get out of bloggng when I first clicked onto WordPress and typed my first blog post, so I can certainly say I’ve gained more than I could ever imagine from blogging – I’ve learnt so much more about the world through the diversity of the blogosphere, I’ve been welcomed into an amazing community and gained friends who mean the world to me, and I’ve also discovered more about myself through my writing. 

So thank you all for supporting me in my blogging journey throughout the year and for welcoming me into the blogging community ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’ž 
 

//Heart & Mind; anchor and sail//

Yesterday I visited my nan and something she said sparked off a whole chain of thoughts in my mind about emotions and interactions between our minds and our hearts and just about life in general (nan-spiration at it’s finest ๐Ÿ‘Œ). We were discussing ageing – or rather the feeling of ageing – when my nan mentioned that although her body feels old, her brain still feels active and young and just…not aged. Being a young person myself, it’s never something I really considered myself, the brain not ‘ageing’. Obviously, as the brain is part of our body it does age, but the mind itself ages differently. 

Whilst our bodies age in years, and as time goes on, we can notice physical changes to our bodies capabilities, our brains age in intangible units: memories, knowledge, attitudes, opinions etc. Our minds are maps of our pasts, guides to our presents and stepping stones to our futures. What lies within cannot be determined by a numerical value of days, months or years, cannot be given an ‘age’. 

This got me thinking about the relationship between the heart and the brain, not in a scientifically way as such, because my brain isn’t scientifically inclined, but more in a sort of philosophical way. About how the mind and the heart act equally and simultaneously as anchors to our roots and values and as sails, leading us off in different directions, wherever the heart, or mind, chooses.

Sometimes, when our hearts are full of emotion, of love and happiness, we become lighter than air, propelled along by this force like a sail billowing in the wind. Suddenly the horizon is in plain view; we know how to get where we want to be and have optimism for what lies ahead.

Other times, our feelings may be clouded with sadness and sorrow, knocking the wind out of us as it were and we become disorientated. When the wind drops, there is nothing to propel the boat along. We can’t see the way forward because the ‘now’ is obscuring our view. But, just as quickly as the wind drops, it can pick up again and we can get back on track with our lives. Emotions are very fluctuating, especially as a teen, and although this may seem a nuisance, it’s just part of life and it’s important to remember that just like the boat out at sea, our feelings are not trapped in one state and will change, just as the tides do.

Just as the heart can be described as the sail of our lives, leading us off down the various routes of life and carry us over calm and stormy seas, the mind can be seen as the anchor, tethering us to our core beliefs and values yet allowing us to venture safely into the realms of our hopes and dreams. Our minds hold all of our memories after all, everything we’ve ever done, thought and been. Like the archives of our lives, something we know, something true and something we can hold onto. Sometimes, our minds can not allow us to drift as much as we want to and restrict the power of our hearts too much, but that’s only because they remember the outcomes of all our actions and want to protect our hearts and emotions from suffering. But also, our minds can be the driving force behind our hearts. All our hopes and dreams, all the knowledge we learn everyday,can inspire us and propel us on through life.

So it can be said, that the heart and the mind work in conjunction with each other, like the anchor and the sail of a boat. They both contrast and compliment each other to guide us through our lives. Without each other, they would be left to flounder in the open sea and although they may sometimes disagree with each other, we’d really be lost without them.

Artwork inspired by Bastille’s song ‘Laura Palmer’ and ‘The Anchor’ and also by the conversation my nan. The paper planes flying between the brain and the heart are meant to signify communication between the emotional and logical parts of our brains, the heart symbolises our emotions and feelings, metaphorically speaking, as obviously our emotions are part of our brains. I decided to make this artwork symbolic rather than scientifically accurate!

(Disclaimer: I don’t really know anything about boats or sailing so might not be qualified to make a boat analogy but this is just for metaphorical purposes and the imaginative part of my brain was on a roll so I didn’t exactly want to stop it! Also I feel like my writing style has changed recently? Might be because I haven’t really written imaginatively in a while, but hopefully it’s interesting to read! I’m trying to get back into blogging again because I’ve really missed it and I don’t really have an explanation to why I’ve been writing so intermittently lately. Anyway thank you for reading โ˜บ)

//The world, c’est extraordinaire!//

Do you ever just think of the world around you, of the people living, breathing, thriving, on the many continents of the earth and the sounds and sights and smells they are experiencing, and just be in awe of everything? Of how everything came to be and how much there is out there that you have not yet seen, or may never see? Or when you look at the sky and your gaze travels for miles and miles, seeing sky that stretches over other segments of the earth and adorns world’s viewed by different eyes, do you feel the rush to run and explore and see? 

It’s the pull of adventure and exploration. It’s hard to put into words – I could write a thousand and still not do justice to it – but when you feel it, you feel it. It makes me feel alive and free, as if anything is possible. And it is – there’s a whole world of possibility waiting at our fingertips. This world is extraordinary.

And it’s waiting for us to explore it.

Today I went to my old scout hut – I haven’t been back since I left in September. I grew up there and have many amazing memories of the place and the adventures that scouting brought me, and however stupid it sounds, the very smell of the building and the feeling of the floor under my feet reignited all those years of memories and the yearning to explore. The urge to just

j u m p

And leap into the unknown was almost overpowering.

I know that wherever I travel on this earth,the spruit if adventure will always be with me. It’s part of me; it runs through my veins, drawing me to the world like a gravitational pull. And maybe I’ll never find somewhere where I belong, because I belong to the world and the world is my home, and the home of the billions of other people on my planet. I can’t be tethered to one place for too long, I need to fly and soar and explore. But that’s okay because no matter where I go or who I become or what I do in life, deep down, I’ll always be me.