The Hair Diaries. Volume 2

Hi! Hey! Hello! Greetings! Salutations!

It is now 12 days until I will be having my head shaved in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support charity and I am beyond excited, after days and weeks of ticking off days on my calendar, waiting for March 31st.

Since my last post, I have procured an electric razor, so I can now say with dizzying enthusiasm that I am ready for the day to arrive. My friends who have also had their heads shaved have warned me that my head for the first few weeks will get very cold, so hats are an essential. My growing collection of beanies finally has a more substantial purpose than just being there so that I can occasionally adorn my head with a barely-on-beanie, so as to appear like the wannabe-hipster that I can honestly say I am.

Hair is currently 12 inches (approx)

Stay well dudes,

Elizabeth (Lizz)

P.S I am happy to note that my friends have assured and promised me that there will not be any phallic symbols being shaved into my head; Yippee!


I tried to pose in a cute way with the razor but I have discovered it is extremely difficult to do so, so I apologize for my demonic-looking expression.


For those of you who know me, you’ll know Autumn is my favourite season and I practically eulogise about it. There are so many reasons I love this time of the year. 

The colours are beautiful, every nook and cranny of earth appears to be covered by a litter of orange, brown and red leaves making everywhere look aflame in glory. It happens so strangely, too. Languidly leaves begin to litter the ground and drop from the grasp of the fingers of the trees. A sea of green is created from a seemingly all green canopy. And then BAM! Dots of orange start to appear everywhere; in the trees, on the ground and all of a sudden Autumn has reared its beautiful face into view. Suddenly the reds and yellows start to appear too and then, before you know it, there are shades of a colour scheme that can only described to me as a Pumpkin-Spice-Palette. 

Autumn comes as summer fades and the leaves begin to fall. It happens strangely and yet so peacefully- slowly and all at once, like the beginnings of a thunderstorm; a low rumble rapidly tumbling into a full blown tempest. 

Hope you enjoyed that little Autumn appreciation post- I have been without wifi for numerous days now so I have really been enjoying the outside world and the wonderous beauty that autumn brings about the world. 

Stay well dudes, 


Photo taken by me 🙂

Anxiety and I

Anxiety and I go back a while, I guess you could even consider us old friends. But more probably, old foes. We were never extremely close when I was small, but it was always there, in the back of my mind.

It made me question myself. Question my morals, my work, my effort. When I tried my hardest at something and gave it my all, that was when it came a little closer; inching towards me like a predator does its prey until it does a quick swipe and the prey enters fight or flight mode.

I guess you could kind of say that I didn’t quite enter that mind-set. Suddenly, as it made its swipe, I was stunned, like a rabbit in headlights and I wasn’t sure what to do. What was that? The voice of reason? Whatever it was, I listened. It convinced me that I wasn’t good enough. I convinced myself that I wasn’t good enough. Soon enough, that idea was being carved into my brain repeatedly, each carving cut deeper than the last.

Okay. I know I sound dramatic but I’m trying to illustrate how anxiety can influence people’s thought processes and how it has influenced mine in the past. Anxiety and I became closer as I got older. When I was 11 I was convinced that practically everything I did was wrong; I lost a few friends, thinking I had upset them and that I was annoying so I kept my distance. I had a few family issues at that time in my life, and I partly blamed myself for them. Anxiety had become synonymous with reason. I’m a bad person. I am to blame. They don’t like me. I annoy and upset my friends. These are just a few of the thoughts that ran through my head, flashing in the forefront of my mind. It felt as though these overwhelming notions were pinning me down, bruising me and forcing me to question myself. I’d like to point out though that my parents and teachers were very supportive of the things I did, and were (and still are) absolutely lovely. But it was as if their words we like a whisper, and anxiety’s a shout through a megaphone.

It is only now that I’m a bit older that I can see that this isn’t healthy for me. That doesn’t mean that I never listen to my anxieties because that would be a very big lie, but I do try to let the thoughts go when they’re all running and breaking apart in to millions of sub-thoughts like sparks from a firework. I let them die out and try not to allow myself fan the sparks into a flame because honestly, it’s not worth it.

If you too suffer from the aches and pains that anxiety hoist upon us then I really hope it gets better for you soon. I recently was told that self-compassion is an important thing to practice and so that’s what I’m trying to work on. I’ll try not to punish myself if I make mistakes because making them is how I am going to learn; making them is how I am going to grow as a person. I am enough. You are enough. Anxiety sucks. But I am not my anxiety and nor are you yours. We are humans and we’re pretty damn awesome, even if we don’t feel it sometimes.

Stay well dudes,




Fresh Starts

I have always enjoyed starting new things; the clean lined-paper, the blank canvas, the new years and days.They all allow me to have the feeling that I am, in some way, beginning again- that I don’t have to think about what happened yesterday. That’s not to say that I don’t end up thinking about the days gone by- I like to think about fond memories and to flick through old photo albums and reminisce about how cute I used to be.

But nonetheless, I have created this blog- this fresh start- to enjoy the present. To write, to create and to document things as I go. Feel free to tag along, I digress and go off on tangents practically all the time so you’re guarenteed a bit of confusion, some laughs and I guess some insight into me.

Also, if you don’t feel like tagging along that’s totally cool. I’m writing this for me and if you enjoy the things I put up then that’s an added bonus.

Stay well dudes,