Story idea ♥

I am Lucky. Extremely lucky. I haven't survived a plane crash or anything drastic. And no, I haven't won the lottery or became an instant celebrity overnight. I wish. My story is not one that shall make you weep for hours on end, or even make you want to change the world.  It does not have dramatic actions sequences or soppy love stories. It may have the occasional cheesy moment... but isn’t life made up of them. It’s about not being scared. Now I am not talking about the Dark or Spiders, because put a tarantula in front of me and I’ll run away screaming hail Mary and never turn back. No the fear I am talking about, is the fear of taking that leap. Running straight towards that very edge of the cliff and jumping off ....not giving a care to wear you land because wherever you land, it will… it must be better than on that cliff. I’m talking about life here, by the way. I don’t want you thinking I’m telling you to go jump off a cliff.

Inspiration: Pink

Inspiration: Jessica Simpson

Inspiration: Dita ♥

Ranting No.1

So I've decided to organise this little mischief. My very first blog. By god, do I feel threatened. Intimidated, is probably more fitting. Can you tell I'm nervous? I haven't decided fully on where I will go with this. I've been fascinated with the idea of a blog for nearly 5 years. Yet my confidence has always stopped me from publishing my rantings.  Even now, I've got a nagging feeling that somehow this blog will backfire on me. All rational thought, states that I shouldn't be afraid. "Don't Look, Just Leap'.
Topic change point, I think. I am currently deciding on what university course to take for 3/4 years of my life. So basically, for a young adult, this is quite a big decision. Over period of six months, a kid of 17/18 must decide on what direction their life will take. Will it be Maths? Medicine? Or even Wine Production? And then, of course, you have the awful Economy and biggest shake-up in Education to hit the UK, not to worry about. Will £9,000 become the standard price for a year of a degree? The highest-earners were irresponsible. Now after three years of University, the following generations will be in fees-debt of around £27,000. Is this right? You've probably guessed, I don't think so.