After last week’s moaning about how drawn out January seemed to be, I will admit to being rather glad that February is finally here. There’s Pancake Day and Valentine’s Day to look forward to, my birthday the week after that, and plenty of exciting things to look forward to in between. We’ve had snow, I’ve been a bit more productive than last week, and I’ve really been taking the time to reflect upon the little, daily things that put a smile on my face – if you look for them, there’s plenty there to appreciate. Here’s to February!
Over the last few weeks I’ve acquired a couple of pen-pals, lovely ladies that I chat to on Instagram regularly and am now getting to know a little better through the lost art of letter writing. I have always loved the idea of having a pen-pal, of sending a handwritten letter through the post and receiving one in return, and while previous attempts have failed me I have been lucky enough to find two at once! In a world where it’s so easy to fire off a quick email, a Twitter message or a WhatsApp, I’ve really been appreciating taking the time to sit down in the evening and write a long, considered letter, and put a bit more time and effort into it than I perhaps would with an electronic message. I know that sounds silly, and a little old-fashioned, but I really appreciate the care and time that goes into writing a letter, and it always brightens my day when I find one sitting on the doormat, knowing that someone has put the effort in to write to me. I’ve also been writing notes and letters to family members who I haven’t spoken to in a while, and I know that it has brightened their day, too. It’s not often that we receive mail that isn’t bills or junk advertisements, and I like knowing that by putting pen to paper, I can surprise someone while also having a good chat. It’s also provided the most excellent excuse to treat myself to some more stationary, which I very much appreciated! I’d love to have more letter-writing friends, so if you’d like to join me and be my pen-pal, drop me a comment or a message on Twitter – I’d love to write to you.
Yesterday, the 6th February, marked the centenary of the Representation of the People Act, which granted some women in the UK the right to vote. I adore history, and anything Suffragette related, and I loved seeing all of the wonderful posts and articles celebrating those strong and brave women that fought so tirelessly for their rights, and for ours. I’m so grateful to them, and forever will be – without them, without their actions and their bravery and their fight, I wouldn’t be in the position that I am today. I wouldn’t have a voice. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I feel strong, I feel empowered, and while we still have a way to go in terms of equality, if history has taught us anything it is that women are certainly a force to be reckoned with! (I’ve also had ‘Sister Suffragette’ stuck in my head for days, which I’m not complaining about – go, Mrs Banks!).
Now, driving and me don’t really go hand in hand. To put it simply, I hate it. Really hate it. I’ve had numerous lessons, numerous tests and I still can’t quite get the hang of it long enough to put the screaming fear to one side and just get on with it. My confidence when it comes to being out on the road is pretty much non-existent, and for this reason I haven’t been behind the wheel in years – until this weekend, that is. My partner has recently changed careers and has become a driving instructor, and consequently I have started up driving lessons once more. While I’m not going to be racing around an F1 track anytime soon, and one of my lessons did result in me having a mini breakdown and bursting into tears (silly, I know…), I’m quite proud of myself for just doing it, and I’m determined that this will be the year that I finally face my fear and get my driving license. While I’ve managed pretty well without one thus far, at nearly 25 I can see that at some point in my life I will need to know how to drive, so I suppose I should get on with it – hopefully without winding up my boyfriend too much in the process. Wish me luck?!
Oh, how I do love a good creme egg! Unfortunately they are only in the shops for just a few short months, so I have made it my personal mission to consume as many as possible before Easter hits and they cannot be found on supermarket shelves. I am aware that this may make me resemble an egg myself, but let’s be honest, it would be worth it.
Fresh bedding and a set of clean pyjamas are, in my opinion, a match made in heaven. There’s really nothing like it for sending you off to the land of nod, and it’s a little ritual that I really look forward to. It’s the small things!
Don’t forget to check in with all of the other lovely people taking part in Wonderful Wednesday here! I’d also like to give a little mention to the lovely Sally, who has made me feel very welcome within the community and whose lists brighten my day every midweek – you can read her latest Wonderful Wednesday post here. What’s been bringing you joy lately? Do let me know!