What is it about motivation that we can apply it to some things and not others? I stubbornly motivated myself to get up Ben Nevis the other weekend but I find it almost impossible to motivate myself to write a blog post about motivation. Is it how much you care about something? Is it the fact that if you’re literally on a mountain you are forced into action (you can’t just say no and sit down half way up), is it the inspiration that comes with a collaborative act?
I’ve always had issues with motivation, with committing, and finishing self-created projects. And it seems to exclusively be the things I work on alone. Is that a sign that I don’t value myself as a creative (or as a person)? Or is it laziness, uncaring?
I’m not really sure but it’s maybe something I should be exploring more. I wonder how much time I’ve wasted on things unfinished.
Anyway, today I finally wrote a blog post about being motivated as a freelancer & the link is in my bio ☺️
Happy #Earthday to this beautiful planet of ours.
I wish we treated you better, and I hope that it’s really not to late to turn this destruction around.
I’m going to try and make a real, conscious effort to use less plastic, and to support small, independent businesses. I want to reuse, upcycle, and buy second-hand as the retail industry has a lot to answer for. I also want to talk more about veganism. Not always about how amazing a veggie burger is or how pretty a plant based necklace is, because in the end that’s all consumerism blocking the reality of what’s happening to the world and the steps we should take. Animal agriculture is the number one cause of climate change. The number one cause. And it’s the number one thing people do not want to hear because it’s the thing that changes their lives the most. But change is necessary if we want to grow old in a flourishing world rather than a dying one. I can certainly do more, but people who eat meat should definitely take some time to do the research and let it sink in that their choices are literally killing the planet. Even without taking the cruelty and health aspects into consideration, the earth’s health should be enough of a reason to think twice before continuing as usual.
Try watching earthlings. It’s a good start. 🌿🌍
Everything was going pretty well today until my hard drive crashed and I ended up in ~ have I lost *every* digital file ever ~ limbo. I guess I’ll have to wait until Monday to see. Please send positive digital thoughts and yes, I know, I am an idiot for not having a back up and I am now investing in the Cloud ☁️ #everythingbreaks
Thanks to @katyharrisphotography for this photo of me not *as* grumpy yesterday.
I did my first outside trad lead yesterday. Kind of stoked but also kind of confused. It was a route I soloed pretty easily last summer and made me realise, even more than I already knew, what a headgame climbing can be. I am so terrified of climbing outside and of bouldering. Especially routes where I’ll fall and land on my feet. I love sport climbing and I’m actually pretty cool bouldering where I’ll fall off onto my back. It’s weird. I want to be less scared. It’s getting silly now. Anybody got any tips on climbing fear after injury? 🤷🏻♀️🧗🏻♀️
Right next to the rocks we were climbing yesterday were fields of bouncy, adorable, playful lambs. I spent so much time sat on the wall between the field and crag just watching them play and taking photos. Some even got a little curious and edged close before running off to play again.
As it started getting dark I sat on top of a rock at the edge of their field and watched them settle down for the night, the whole place suddenly became so quiet without them bleating.
I’ve been vegan over seven years now and in this past year I have felt a waning of the fire, the ferocity, that used to drive me. I think this is due to a lot of things: not having a vegan network around me, being overwhelmed with career changes and making freelance work, being generally more selfish, maybe. I don’t know. But yesterday, watching the lambs play, I got so, so sad that they were marked with red paint as if they were nothing but an insentient can of soup on a supermarket shelf. It pissed me off that such a beautiful sight was marred by human tradition and wants when it’s really no longer needed.
I think there’s a reason why we are awed and filled with joy when we witness wild animals. When we see deer in the countryside or go on a safari - we witness them in a state of just being. Existing in nature. Of freedom. I am well aware that these lambs probably wouldn’t have existed if they weren’t to be used by humans, but I think I’d rather that than them existing just for the sake of us #vegan
Climbing Ben Nevis was hard. Two, three, four days afterwards my ankle was still swollen and I got all teary about the limits this injury may have imposed on me. But then I remembered that I hadn’t done any prior training; the most walking I’ve done since August has only been a couple of miles at most. Michael even confessed that he was sure I would turn back part way. I owe my successful ascent to my new Scarpa mountaineering boots, my sheer stubbornness, and the views ⛏🏔💁🏻♀️🧗🏻♀️🙌 ~ you can find the full video on my YouTube tomorrow 🎬
Scotland has been beautiful and more than a little tiring. I’m excited to get back to my own bed but I’m also already wanting to spend all of my time surrounded by mountains and beautiful places like the Highlands. It’s honestly scary how creativity, happiness, and overall wellness is stifled by being in the city constantly. Well, for me anyway. I feel lucky that I’m able to escape from cabin fever and vow to spend the whole of this summer outside having adventures. I have a lot of making up to do after last summer’s cast-bound reclusiveness ⛰🧗🏻♀️🌱❄️⛏☀️