The Future of Blogging, The Future of Us

As featured in some of my previous posts, the one thing which seems to terrify me to my depths and excite me simultaneously, is the future.

2014 has already been full of the most insane ups and downs, and in these past few weeks I've found that my trepidation has actually been pushed aside, and I have been more excited about things that I have been since it all began.

Blogging vs Real Life

So, before I made the (seemingly) monumental decision to once and for all turn off the 'Anonymous Ask' feature on my Tumblr, I used to get a fair amount of anonymous sass. 

(I don't wanna use the term 'anon hate' here, cause I know from experience that that can be some nasty stuff.) 

At least once a week I'd get some jibe like 'You think you're so deep and artsy but you're just pretentious and arrogant' or something equally as dull, and the disconcerting thing was, they nearly always appeared to be from anonymous people who skirt around me in real life.

Your Greatest Fear Can Be Your Most Powerful Motivation

So this might initially seem like a negative and rather morbid post, but please bare with me lovely readers, because sometimes the most important part of negativity is being able to see the beauty in it.

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After a quite bland week of feeling pretty grey, uninspired and unmotivated, one earth-shatteringly profound thought struck me mid-shower, and has made me realise something very deep and somewhat haunting. 

It's something that has been tinkering around my mind for months, but I've never been quite able to pull it forward into the light to see what it actually is.

But now I've got it.

Intelligence Is Not Just a Number

Recently, it's become increasingly apparent that people around me want some serious answers.

"Katie, what are you going to do after you graduate?"

"Katie, have you been looking into graduate schemes and paid internships yet?"

"Katie,what exactly are you hoping to achieve with this blog of yours?"

Become a Tourist of Your Everyday

Tuesday. 8:56am.

After rolling out of bed at 7am, lumbering to the train station and getting increasingly annoyed at my delayed train, I was now stuck standing in a tiny space between a seat and a wall in the first class cabin as the tinny voice over the tannoy announced that we were stuck behind a slow-moving train, and we weren't going to be moving faster than 4mph for the foreseeable future. The train crawled through the gloomy dawn mist and several smug and disapproving legitimate first-classers frowned at me for invading their superior territory.

Safe to say, I was miserable.