February 2016Weaving Pages: February 2016

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Finding Your Spark: Motivating Yourself When Life Sucks!

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In the blur of everyday life, it's hard to see your self worth. It gets even more challenging when, like many students today, you get propelled into an atmosphere where you find yourself analysing yourself based on percentages, grade boundaries or the letter scrawled at the top of your test. It's exhausting, if you ask me, particularly when it's not what you want to see in the first place. Undeniably, it can be the best feeling ever when it is, and you've been working for months in an attempt to see that little letter handed to you on a flimsy piece of paper. Except when it isn't.

The first thing to accept, however, is that moment when you feel as if your whole life is failing before your eyes will happen to everyone at some point. There is no point in denying it. And it sucks. Big time. I'm not going to try to tell you that it's only one exam, or that you'll do better the next time, because I know how it is. That grade mattered to you, and no amount of condolences are going to change that. It's like the time I did my Grade 7 Ballet exam where I had such bad timing on a dance that I was positive I had failed. I'm not ashamed to say I felt horrible and could barely stand to hear the music being played again, particularly because I'd spent an entire year leading up to that moment, and I blew it. 

At the end of the day, what matters is not what happened, but what you do with it. That's where the spark comes in. I swear nothing will ever improve your motivation (particularly when it's at an all time low) more than a little kick-start that tells you you don't suck as much you think you do. For me, that happened when I chose to perform at the summer festival of a little village in my home country, and ended with a girl asking me if I could teach her to dance like I had just done. It felt good, especially since I'd felt so disappointed with myself the month before. To me, it provided the little spark that I had been missing since that exam, and it motivated me to continue trying my best at everything I do. 

The greatest thing I took from that, however, was that you have to create that spark. The performance I did was completely voluntary, and given what had happened it would have been no surprise for me to flat out refuse to perform. The good thing is, I'm a teensie bit impulsive, so I just threw myself into it. And it most definitely payed off, because it gave me the push of motivation I needed, and the reassurance that 'Hey, maybe I'm not that terrible." And let me promise you, we all need that sometimes. However, sitting around waiting is not going to help. You've got to fight through the bad times so that you can reach the good times.

Thursday, 18 February 2016

Long Lost Friends

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Despite the complete overhall I gave this blog at the beginning of 2016, it's been a difficult few months for blogging. I've barely read anything, barely written anything (apart from mock exam papers) and barely been present in the blogging world. Truth is, I've been forced to accept this is pretty much how a lot of 2016 will be, even though I wish I had a full schedule and was bursting with ideas for the next post. Somehow though, I've found myself under the assault of constant work, revision or just events cropping up that mean everything goes by in a blur. I feel like I've barely had time to stop and think, let alone read or blog.

More than ever, I miss it. I really really miss what it feels like to fall in love with a story you had never heard of, to be excited to just write your heart out when you're reviewing a book you adore or simply just the excitement of getting home to emails and messages promising shiny new things, shiny new opportunities. These last few months have barely had any of that, and I miss it badly.

It's completely my fault, of course. I just haven't had the energy, in all honesty, and would constantly end up with something else on my mind. I've barely touched my blog's social media, which seems unreal when there was a time you could barely keep me off it. Yet the other day, I picked up a copy of Wuthering Heights which I got at Christmas, and honestly reading had never felt so good. I haven't read a lot yet, but the tiny bit I did read felt like coming home, almost, because it's something I've missed out on for so long. Even writing this right now gives a weird kind of relief; I'm finally writing again.

Of course, I'm not going to ask myself to settle right back into robot-blogger mode, churning out a full schedule's worth of posts. It has to be baby-steps, I think. I need to learn to embrace my sporadic posting and random ideas, just writing whatever needs to be written in that moment. Blogging is a bit of an art form, I believe, and just like any other medium you have to ease yourself back into it. It can't be forced. You just have to go with it, really. 

So for now, this is a simple hello. A hello to the long lost friends hidden amongst pages, buried in the lines of type that I laboured over to convey my constantly heard opinion. I think I've busied myself so much thinking of ways to give others a voice, I've forgotten I perhaps need to give myself one first. So here's my first word for you all:


Monday, 15 February 2016

Beautiful Broken Things by Sara Barnard

Hey lovelies!
Sorry for the long absence, but as I warned I'm having a year filled to the brim with exams and I've spent most of January studying for them or doing them, so it's been very hard to find time to blog. As promised however, I will pop up with something new as often as I can!
Today in even better news, we have our first contributor of the year: Arianne! Woo! This lovely girly is here to review Beautiful Broken Things by Sara Barnard, a book which after reading Arianne's review I know I must get my hands on! Enjoy! If you'd like to be a contributor please email me on the Contact Me page!
Title: Beautiful Broken Things
Author: Sara Barnard
Series: N/A 
Publisher: Macmillan Children's Books
Published: February 11th 2016
No. of Pages: 322

I was brave
She was reckless
We were trouble

Best friends Caddy and Rosie are inseparable. Their differences have brought them closer, but as she turns sixteen Caddy begins to wish she could be a bit more like Rosie – confident, funny and interesting. Then Suzanne comes into their lives: beautiful, damaged, exciting and mysterious, and things get a whole lot more complicated. As Suzanne’s past is revealed and her present begins to unravel, Caddy begins to see how much fun a little trouble can be. But the course of both friendship and recovery is rougher than either girl realises, and Caddy is about to learn that downward spirals have a momentum of their own. -(Goodreads.) 
4.5 stars: Page agrees this book was wonderful, almost

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