Introducing Colyer's Copy

Welcome to Colyer’s Copy, a personal blog from a young adult female trying to make her way in the world.

There have been a few big changes in my life recently, with more to come.  I feel if I can share my experiences good and bad on here, I can hopefully help or entertain you if you’re going though the same.

It took me a long time to grow out of Tumblr I admit, somethings about my teenage years I really struggled let go of! So now I find myself on Blogger.

Writing article-style musings rather than angst filled ramblings and outbursts my former self may* have done from time to time.

So, a quick rundown of me as an individual 7 facts about me:

Colyer – My soon-to-be name, I am getting married next year. I am wearing-in my new name early.

I take A LOT of photographs 13,000 a year or more, my loved ones roll their eyes – that is until I present the pictures years later, they are quite appreciative of the reminiscing.

I like food. Ok, I LOOOOOOVE food. Healthy food, fast food, restaurant Michelin food, all you can eat food. I’m the girl ordering steak on the first date washed down with a bucket of white wine mussels. I adore cooking and if I am particularly proud, I will write about a couple of recipes.

I am skinny-fat - with the love of food comes strained waistbands. I am not fat; I’ll get this out now. But I am ALSO, not skinny. I have been blessed (cursed) with gigantic bazoomas, which luckily is where most of my weight goes. I have slim legs, and sometimes my clothing style makes me look like an Alp. I am not fat I am not skinny. I will never be a slender size 8 and I will never be plus size. Meaning clothing for me is either a tad too tight or a tad too big. Predicament.

I am denying my age in my head.  OK, so this one is a little odd. I am 29, the last year of my 20s is upon me. While I am embracing my climb with every rung of the ladder and every new grey hair and adult acne break out (why didn’t anyone tell me that was a THING?). Its not the age in numbers that’s making me cringe, it’s the fact I am 29. An engaged adult who lives with her fiancé (first year I have ever lived with a boy yikes) and now has a career and is doing adult things like buying new vacuum cleaners, however; I still feel like I am 15. Did I blink and miss 14 years? Where is my My Chemical Romance hoodie at?

I have anxiety, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but it’s also nothing that effects my work or my ability to enjoy life. I can get anxiety about a text I haven’t got a reply from, fearing I have upset the receiver. I get anxiety because I’m in the gym by myself wearing a beat-up Guns N’ Roses tee that’s probably 18 years old that I look like I’m a total eejit as I’m not in ‘sports’ wear. I get anxiety about leaving my cat when I go on holiday – fear she’ll think I have abandoned her, where is my mummy – we have people come in to feed her, I don’t leave her ALONE. But I do set up cameras in her sleeping spots so I can check-in with her 375652 times a day.

I suffer a lot of anxieties, those are tame, the affect is usually mundane, the effect however sends me into a meltdown.

I am a creature of solitude; I am a Scorpio. I am incredible intuitive, an empath. I feel I need to recharge if I am spent. My fiancé and I have separate bedrooms. WHAT? Yeah, I hear ya”. But trust me its vital in our relationship and soon-to-be marriage. Don’t get me wrong, I go to his boy-room for ‘sleepovers’ but snoring usually ensues and I pad back to my cotton fresh girl room and get a decent night sleep. Sleep is vital for relationships and I truly believe it has quashed any argument that would have presented by now,  I love him all the more because of this. – I will do a different blog post on separate sleep space / own rooms. But this way we can both have our down time, he can lay in bed and play on his Playstation until his heart’s content, I can curl up in my pillows and read a good book. It’ll be wedded bliss.

 

 

 Anyway that's a short insight into who I am right now :-) I'm sure you'll learn more. 

 

*Former me used to do this quite a lot.

* Now me still does this in her private Diary. 


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