This month BirchBox has teamed up with Etsy designers from across the UK to create some pretty special boxes. I was so pleased when asked if I would like to be gifted one as I think the boxes are super cute, and it also meant I could share some goodies with my daughter. I received the brilliant design by Jane Fisher, which is super cool and fits perfectly with this month’s theme of ‘Live a Life Beautiful’.
I haven’t blogged in a while, mainly because the summer holidays have been somewhat flat out. And so I thought I might share a little update about PCOS, Mirena and other things that have been going down in the household over the past few weeks.
A little back story first. I was diagnosed with Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) a good few years ago now. It causes infertility, amongst a myriad of other issues, and why we struggled to conceive our youngest without intervention. Anyway, a couple of the other lovely side effects of PCOS is weight gain, hirsutism (hair growing out your chinny chin chin amongst other places), ovaries that look like bunches of grapes, insulin resistance and some of the worst periods known to woman kind, next to endometriosis.
I was super excited to get my June Birchbox, as it was a special edition for their 5th birthday. They had shared on Instagram the cutest keepsake tin and featured an additional 6th item. These little boxes of treats arrive once a month through the letter box and I love them. As I have mentioned before they are my little self-care aid, and for £10 plus postage they cost less than one lunch date. Want to know what I got? Keep on reading to see.
A couple of months ago I decided to treat myself to a little something. Nothing too big, just a little pick me up to land through the letter box that I could play with and maybe find some new products that I like. Because let’s face it I don’t have the time or loads of pennies to spend on tons of new product. So I decided to subscribe to Birchbox and have so far recieved a couple of boxes. I enjoyed this months Birchbox May collection so much I thought I would share it with you.
I am a huge believer in teaching our kids life skills, they are paramount to their growth and future contributions to society. I also believe there is only so much we can teach them as parents before we need to let them go and gain a few skills for themselves without our influence. Having grown up abroad I had the privilege of experiencing many diverse cultures first hand, and this is partly why I am so pleased to have been asked to share my thoughts on the NCS programme. It really will give our young people skills for life not just for summer.
My own daughter is 15 this year and is very keen to join next year’s programme. And to be honest so am I. Sure I can teach her how to iron, clean, cook and be a nice human but the proof as they say is in the pudding! How will the skills I have taught her fair when she is out there in the real world? How will she cope with cultural differences? I hope she embraces them as I have taught her, but until she is given the opportunity we won’t know for sure.
The NCS programme offers an opportunity for young people for diverse backgrounds the unique opportunity to share in a single experience. Helping them to become better individuals within their collective social groups and ultimately better citizens within wider society. And lets face it with the current state of media,
The past few months have been intense. Like really intense. I wrote a ‘could do’ list a few months back and to be honest is kind of got lost a little in the chaos of the ‘to do’ list fulfilling. I did manage to check a couple of things of both lists mind, but nowhere near as many as I wanted to do. Still the point of the ‘could do’ list is not how many you check off but more that you make the time to do any at all. Or at least that’s what I have been telling myself anyway!
Quite often I get so lost in the list of things unticked but still to do instead of taking stock of what I have actually achieved. It is a downward spiral that leads to anxiety, self-doubt and the deterioration of self-care. I lose sight of the ‘all done’ list that is a mile long, filled with amazing accomplishments that could purpose to encourage me to keep going. I give up on tooting my own trumpet, I won’t buy flowers or treats in favour of bashing myself over the head with a couple of things I didn’t get done amidst the chaos that is this life.
It is ridiculous. When I say it out loud it sounds even more ridiculous. I berate myself so often with what are you worried about weirdo, there is nothing to be anxious about just pull yourself together. And yet there I am, cemented to the spot, trembling, short of breath like someone’s choking me. In all honest something is choking me and it’s called anxiety.